The Road Home...

....was NOT exciting at all. We left early on Sunday, and drove to Amarillo, Texas. The whole ride was terribly windy. Mom didn't get her camera out because she was paranoid that it would get dirt inside it. At one rest stop, we almost leaned sideways into the wind, it was so bad.

On Sunday night, as mom came back from getting dinner, she noticed that a lot of cars in the hotel lot had that "agility vehicle" look to them. The next morning, as I was going out to pee, we ran into an agility friend from Fort Worth! Mom knows about 5 people in all of Texas, and she runs into one of them in a hotel, 350 miles from home, just at the time she was getting ice. They both laughed about it, and were disappointed we weren't the to go the show. But we'll see her in a few weeks, at another show.

On Monday, we drove back home. Mom and dad were wiped out. But they couldn't really rest. Arnie had an abscessed anal gland, so mom worried about him until she could get him to the vet the next day. He's good now, but he irritated everybody with his cone all week.

Best part about the weekend? We have the van back!!!!!!!

We love the van