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Here’s some good news! I called Ben up in Austin last night after I had posted yesterday's blog, and he was fine—just worn out—and no one had beat him up! Thank goodness!

Well, yesterday, around 11:45, Jon and I caravanned to the Kerrville pound and rescued ten more dogs that we intend to fly up to Kristine in Chicago within the next couple of weeks—and they are cute! After we loaded up the dogs, we caravanned over to Hoegemeyers and dropped them off to be spayed or neutered, wormed, and given their shots.

Today, around 2:30 Susan called from Hoegemeyer’s to tell me that they were ready to be picked up! So, Tony and I took off for Kerrville. First we stopped at the Kerrville Post Office so I could mail a package and that is where I learned what the term “Going Postal” means!

Tony pulled up to the door of the Post Office to let me out, because the parking lot was nearly full. As soon as I opened the door a middle aged man in a Hummer began tooting his horn and waving his arms at me! I looked at him and said, I’m sorry and scooted out of the way. Tony drove off looking for a place to park and I race-walked into the building.

There was a long line in front of me and just as I had gotten to the end of the line, the man owning the Hummer walked up close behind me and yelled at the top of his lungs. “One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! And I’m number Ten! This is ridiculous! All I need to do is pick up a package! It won’t take ten seconds!”

Everyone in the line, (but me, of course—because I was scared) turned around and began staring at this weirdo. Then he cuts in front of me and approaches a Postal Clerk and interrupts her transaction and waves his card at her and says, “Excuse me sir, I need for this clerk to go get my package. I don’t have the time to wait in here. Hell, that line is going to take at least thirty minutes!”

The Postal Worker woman said, “ No sir, you have to wait your turn. Please get back in the line now.”

He angrily stomped back to the line waving his slip in the air, and such is my luck, was once again behind me. Fortunately, I did feel somewhat safe because number Eight, who was in front of me, was this big, strong, young man.

The next thing Hummermaniac did was holler, “Hey, everybody! Would y’all mind if I go to the front of the line? I just have a package to pick up!”

I remained silent with my back to this creep, but One through Eight turned around and together in two part harmony said, “No!” As I smiled nervously back at them.

“Number Two!” He yelled. “What are you here for?”

This cute, little elderly man, with a smile on his face says, “That’s none of your business.”

“Hey! Number Three! What are you in here for?” He loudly demanded.
This well dressed woman about my age says, “Shut up and do like the rest of us—wait for your turn!”

By now, I am praying that the Police or a Security Guard will show up—but that didn’t happen.

For the next five minutes this moron behind me kept on hollering. Finally, when it was my turn, I couldn’t wait to get out of there, so I quickly paid the postage due on my package! I wanted to run out of the Post Office, but at my age—I ended up skipping out of there as fast as I could skip. I waited until we were almost to Hoegemeyers before telling Tony about the Hummermaniac.

At Hoegemeyers we picked up five of the dogs and then we headed back to the rescue ranch because John is going to pick up the remaining five dogs tomorrow morning before coming to work.

So far,I have already named three of the dogs. The darling Beagle mix is Zelda, the little Rat Terrier is Pepperoni, and the beautiful wannabe Golden Retriever is now Ginger Rogers! I plan on naming the the rest of the dogs tomorrow morning when we take their pictures, to post on our web site.