Sandy!

Today has been great. This afternoon Brandon, Tony and I went to Kerrville to run a few errands. Before Brandon and Tony went to run a few errands, to save time, the guys dropped me off at the H-E-B, on Main Street, so I could get the groceries needed for our dogs upcoming, annual Thanksgiving dinner, sponsored by our dear friends Kris and Jim.

While the friendly checkout clerk scanned the eggs, garlic, mixed vegetables, cornbread stuffing, cheese, ground turkey and dinner rolls I told him, "All of this food is for our rescued dogs annual Thanksgiving dinner, that we cook for them." His jaw dropped and then he smiled and told me that he thought it was way too cool..." As Tony and Brandon walked up to help me with the filled up grocery cart.

After running a few more errands, our last stop was at Hoegemeyer Animal Clinic, so we could pick up Mama's pills and take the well-trained, sweet, six-year-old, female Border Collie mix, that we had rescued two days ago.

The sweet dog rode in the back seat with Brandon, when we left Hoegemeyers and she was calm and well mannered. When we stopped at the red light, at Sidney Baker and Water Street, we were the second car and in the right lane, talking about what to name the sweet Border Collie mix. Then the weirdest thing happened.

We saw a young male adult bicyclist pass between us and the car beside us, in the left lane, and stop at the light. When the light turned green, the Lincoln, in front of us, slowly took off, just as the man on his bicycle turned right in front of the Lincoln, which nearly hit him. The guy waved to the startled, old driver and then he happily pedaled off down the street.

"Did y'all just see that?" Tony said. "I can't believe that guy just did that. Where's the law when you need it?" Then across the street from us, a police car, also stopped at the light, on Sidney Baker, flipped on the lights of his police car and took off after the crazy cyclist, so he could write him a ticket, which the guy most definitely deserved. To say the least, "We loved it and thank you, Officer."

A few miles down the road, we started trying to come up with a name for the dog again, that was now leaning up against Brandon, so he could keep on petting her. When we were up on the Medina Pass, I said, "I've got it! We're going to name her Sandy Wolfmueller, in honor of our dear friend! It's perfect." Tony and Brandon agreed that it was a perfect name for the sweet girl, who was now sleeping soundly, next to Brandon. Please meet Sandy Wolfmueller, a super cool dog who will be joining the rest of our rescued dogs for their cooked, delicious Thanksgiving dinner. I know that she's going to love it, too!

Y'all have a great evening!