It is Sunday morning, a day of celebrating the 90th running of the Indianapolis 500 but I instead am dealing with Sunday mourning. Yes, I said mourning. Poor Sally. She won't even eat a dog treat. The weiners are gone. Just like that swooped away back to their Lansing home without even a good bye from Sally and now she is just beside herself in sadness. The funny thing is that Buddy played with the pups the most while Sally often sat at the bottom of the stairs hoping we would let her up and away from the playful dogs.
As I sat baking in the sun of Central Indiana watching the 500 parade Saturday, I got a phone call from the princess of the north. They were just three hours south of Indy and coming through to get the dogs. That was exciting, but the dogs were finally settled in. How could they leave now? They liked their new home. They love playing with the cousins. They were trained to behave at DeKoven Place. Got some glimpses of celebrities, my fav Rachael Ray, in the parade before running the dogs to exit 130 on I-65.
Ran home, lets the doggies out and whisked them away like they were being kidnapped to meet their family. Buddy and Sally could not say their good byes, no time. The week was over. The dog fun had come to an end. And now I am left to pick up the pieces of my broken hearted dogs.
But alas, there will be more journeys north and the dogs can come too. They are lucky little guys, they even got Disney dog treats. Who can ask for more?






