A Beer Sounds Better!

The reason that I didn't post a blog last night was because I got a lot of work done and nothing much happened, except for going to the Post Office in Medina to mail Karin, my new German fan, a Cousin Nancy care package. And the other reason that I didn't post one was because I watched "Meet The Fockers," again. I love that movie with Ben Stiller and Streisand and I usually watch it once a year.

This morning I hit the floor running—back and forth to the bathroom, because I ate something yesterday that caused me to have a case of projectile diarrhea or as we like to say in Texas—the runs, so I didn't walk with Leslie since I was getting plenty of exercise hurdling over and maneuvering around my dogs, as I rapidly skipped to get to the ladies room in time.

This morning after taking a few Pepto Bismol chewable tablets and feeling much better, Tony and I went over to the Lodge to visit with Kinky and Marcie. We talked about Kris Kristofferson's new album as we listened to it. It is recordings of some of his early studio recording sessions that have never been released and it is fantastic! And Kinky wrote some of the liner notes for the CD.

After Kris sang "Me & Bobby McGee" Kinky challenged Tony to a pool game. It was a short game. Hummingbird Man - 1, Medina Bulldog - 0.  A few minutes after Tone had lost the game he said, "Come on, Nance. We've got to go home. I'm starving." Again? I thought to myself.

At little past four thirty, in the heat of the day, Tony and I went outside, so we could greet our veterinarian, Dr. Craig Janssen, because he was coming out to give rabies shots to twenty-one of our dogs.

When he arrived he introduced us to Megan, his vet tech assistant, that was going to help him. After a few funny comments about the lovely 102 degree temperature we went to work. We started with Marlin first, on the west side. With my clipboard in hand, we went from pen to pen as I told Tony who needed a shot and who didn't. It went like clockwork as Tony would leash a dog and then Craig would give them their shot and then move on to the next dog.

Forty minutes later, after we had come full circle around the rescue ranch—we were done and soaking wet from sweating so much. "Would you like some water before y'all leave?" Tony asked.

"A beer sounds better," Craig said. Megan nodded her head in agreement, so we went into Outer Space and drank a beer with them before they headed back to Hoegemeyers Animal Clinic.

Y'all have a great evening!