Happy Monday everyone. I had a very busy weekend. I shot on Saturday (an exercise themed video) and cleaned the office garage and make-up room. Looks clean enough to fuck in! We did some gardening work on Friday which was just in time before the rain started and by Sunday all I wanted was to sleep in and spend all day on the couch with my heating pad, my big comfy pillow, my down comforter and my doggies and don’t forget the tv remote in hand but we had plans to visit Ryan’s parents. Hey, at least I got a free meal out of the deal 🙂 but seriously I love them and it has been a while since we spent time with parents.

Almost forgot to tell you about last Monday. So Ryan and I load up all 3 dogs, some red wine, Ritz crackers and cheese (my dad’s favorite) and a couple of Hershey candy bars and off we went to the cemetery. There are no dogs allowed on the gravestones which is totally understandable and we got there around 4:00 PM. The day was perfect, there was a cool breeze and it was warm and the sun was out. We rolled down the windows slightly and left the doggies in the car. Ryan and I were enjoying a glass of wine, nibbling on the fare and then waalaa. A short legged orange dog came running towards us. He escaped out the back window. Bad dog. I put Tommy back in and closed the back hatch window and a few minutes later he came running over to us again. He squeezed his weasel body out of the side window which was only cracked maybe 5 inches. Security came by and reprimanded us and I promptly put Tommy back but this time I tied his leash to the back wheel. Guess what happened then? Yep, he chewed himself free and came running over but this time he knew he was a bad dog and sort of crawled on his belly on the grass as he got closer to my angry gaze. What am I going to do with this rescue dog? My other 2 dogs are perfect. They stayed in the car the entire time. I couldn’t spot the security vehicle so I said to myself “What the hell” and let them all run free. Trey my lab promptly took a giant shit right on a gravestone, Kaylee romped around like a mad dog and it took me 30 minutes to wrangle up Tommy to put him back in the car so we could leave. That day, I wished I was dead!