Pet Therapy

Today we continued the painful process of what Gary calls "packing 200 pounds of stuff into a 20 pound house." We unloaded more boxes and then re-packed them with items for the Goodwill. Unpacking was something to keep us busy while we awaited word from my sister about Jack's condition. We had to stay home most of the day waiting for the latest visit from the Cox Cable Guy. You see, we have these two new TVs that don't seem to like the set-up here. One day they don't have color, the next they don't have sound, and the next they have no signal at all. Nothing like having a big "moe-foe" flat screen TV on the wall that you can't watch. Instead, while unpacking and waiting for news of Jack, we watched the pets. Bindi Sue and Vanna were outside in the rain for awhile. It took 30 seconds to dry Vanna with a beach towel, but low-to-the-ground Bindi took a few minutes to dry because of her fat legs and sopping wet tummy. After I dried her, she raced into the master bathroom where my good friend and cleaning lady Celina was scrubbing out the shower. Bindi jumped right into the shower, leaving me and Celina in shock. Celina turned off the water and of course Bindi then shook water everywhere and jumped out to chase curious Molly cat into the living room. I raced after my wet puppy, scooped her up and took her back outside, laughing all the way. Now I was soaked too. It's hard to feel depressed and serious with pets around the house. Thank GOD. Who needs TV anyway?