In a manner of speaking I should say.
What we have is a little sister coming with her eight labradors. Yes. I said eight.
I defy anyone to fuss with our house now. Even with the alarm. There is one highly paranoid little sister. And did I mention the nearly one thousand pounds of dog flesh?
I love my sister and I love her dogs, but the two of them in combination are a riot to watch. She is a kennel owner and dog trainer by love occupation and a science teacher to middle school students by necessary occupation. What amuses me so much is she. never. loses. control. Be it with those kids or with those dogs – man…she barks out those orders and those (fill in the blank – kids or dogs) sit and obey! Fortunately, both the dogs and her kids love her, but it is so funny to me as the older sister that used to torture this poor little kid….to see her as such an authority figure now. She certainly has me beat. I let my dogs walk all over me. In fact, when it gets bad, I have to have her over to get them back into control again. She’s like the dog whisperer.
So the main point is she is coming with her dog horde to take care of the house and our dogs and torture intruders that might be stupid enough to come near our place.
The last thing we really need to do is formally decide our route and that is pretty much it. We think we want to be pretty informal (in that no reservations anywhere, just get in the car and drive with only an end date for a goal). The casualness of the whole trip planning is making this the most exciting part yet.
But there are things you just can’t let be casual and home care and more importantly, furbaby care is the one thing we had to be sure about before we could take off on our lark.
