Meet Rudy!
8:00 am, Friday morning: My husband announces we have no plans for the weekend. What are we going to do? I'm So Happy about no plans! All I want to do is sit, maybe take a walk. Read a book that I haven't written. I go back to finishing my revisions.
2:00 pm, Friday afternoon: Revisions done. I'm out and about, running errands. Cell phone rings. It's my son. He tells me he's found a puppy just north of here. I'm not at all on board with his puppy idea, but tell him to go talk to his dad. Forget about phone call. Head to bookstore to buy a book for lazy weekend.
4:00 pm, Friday. I get home, husband is grinning, tells me Arthur has left Tuscaloosa and will be here tonight. On Saturday the two of them are going to go pick up the pup. I text my daughter in KY. She calls her brother.
5:00 pm. Daughter calls. Arthur has agreed to take a detour and pick her up! Now two kids are coming home!
Midnight: Two kids home! I make sandwiches for hungry kids. Take two bags of laundry out of their hands. Go to bed.
Saturday, 9:00 am. Kids ask if I want to drive with them to Akron to pick up puppy. I say no, I'll make them dinner and do their laundry. I get shopping lists from kids, and a request for chicken pie and chocolate cake. Off to Walmart I go.
Saturday, 1:30. I'm making pie crust. Kids call. Their dad is in a terrible mood. They're lost in Amish country! Turns out they're actually going to Millersburg, which is right next to Sugarcreek!
Saturday, 2:00pm. My family buys Rudy, a half bull dog/half beagle pup from a 14 yr. Amish boy. Rudy's price has been dropped because he was the runt of the litter. They're calling from the Amish barn. I'm so jealous! I can't believe my son now has an Amish puppy!
Saturday, 7:00pm. Rudy is here! We eat chicken pie, play with puppy all night.
Sunday, 10:00. Kids leave with baskets of clean laundry, boxes of food, a bag of puppy chow, and one tiny puppy.
Sunday, noon. Finally ready to relax, but wouldn't have missed the craziness for the world!
Here's a few pictures! With blessings to you, Shelley
