From Air Gun To Nancy!

Today has been great. This morning after Tony and I did our morning chores, we cleaned up, because we were picking Karin, up at the motel where she is staying, so we could take her to eat her first real Mexican food and as we were fixin' to leave the trailer—the phone rang, so without thinking I answered the phone. "Rescue Ranch."

"Hi, Nancy. This is Garnett (our good friend from Utopia). I really need your help."

"Sure, Garnett. What's up?" Then she told me about her and her husband Sandy rescuing a cute, little, four-to-five-year-old female Chihuahua that was housebroken and they had put up Lost & Found posters all over Utopia, but no one had claimed her and they could not keep her, because they already have four dogs. And to make a long story short—I told her that we could take the Chihuahua, because today, after we had lunch with Karin, we were going to Hoegemeyer Animal Clinic to pick up Emmylou Harris and Peanut, that we rescued from the Kerr pound last week. "She will be a great companion for Peanut, because he is a real small dog, too." After my friend told me that she would bring the dog to us on Wednesday, I adios-ed Garnett and then T. and I jumped into Buttermilk and took off for our lunch date with Karin, in Kerrville.

When Karin opened her door to us she was all dressed up, like a Texas cowgirl and proudly wearing her Justin Gypsy cowboy boots, but they were covered up by her jeans this time. As Tone drove us to the Mexican eatery down the street, we laughed about Karin buying some Jameson last night at the liquor store, next to Hastings and drinking it from the "Kinky For Gov" souvenir glass, that we had given to her the other day. "So, after spending time with Tony and me—we've  driven you to drinking!" I teased.

After Karin had quit laughing she seriously said, "No. I only drank little tiny bit of it—very small amount." But, we kept teasing her anyway.

Our Mexican meal was as delicious, as it was fun with Karin. As we ate our Shrimp Cocktail appetizers we laughed about yesterday and all of the fun we had had and then I told her that Tony had discovered the reason why Trigger had stunk to high-heaven yesterday—caused by a poor, dead mouse that had wiggled its way into the fan system and then she told me that the same thing had happened to Jurgen and her too, in Germany. "Noncy, (the way it sounds when she pronounces my name) it is sad. Yes, but very bad odor." Then we started laughing, as the friendly waitress served us our hot plates, loaded with steaming hot Mexican food.

Because Karin had ordered the same thing that I did, we tried in vain to eat our chicken, beef and cheese enchiladas, taco, refried beans and rice, because it was just too much food and too much laughter, so I asked for two take-home containers, because we had more left on our plates than we had eaten and then because we were talking so much, we forgot to take them with us when we left.

Before taking Karin straight back to her motel we stopped by Hoegemeyer's to pick up Peanut and Emmylou Harris and to also let Karin see the famous veterinary clinic and meet the friendly staff.

Susan and Kathy and the staff and the people in the lobby gave Karin a big Texas welcome—which made her smile and blush at the same time.

Before leaving the motel, Karin used my laptop computer to send Jurgen an e-mail and to read what I had posted last night on my blog and it made her laugh. Then she told us that her adventure today was  to go to Luchenback, Texas, less than one hour away, because she loves Waylon Jennings and his song. After hugs we adios-ed each other and Buttermilk took us home.

When we got home I checked Carlton's messages and then I checked my e-mail and burst out laughing, because Jurgen had sent me this note that was titled in the subject area: From: Air Gun To Nancy.

Jurgen wrote:

"Hi Nancy,

I just red your blog and I was laughing, too. Wish I could be with you. Great pics!  I'm very glad to see Karin so happy.  And she is a good rain-maker, isn't she? She even doesn't need to dance, she just has to get out of her car...  So I was laughing out loudly again when I saw her in the outfit we call 'Ostfriesen Nerz' - ask her what this is, it's as difficult to explain for her as to pronounce for you ... I'm kidding, too.

Did't Karin faint when she met Kinky? In her mail to me she pretended to have kept cool - but I doubt...

And I have got a new nick! I would suggest to call me George because Jürgen is an alteration of Georg = George, but my new nick is absolutely o.k.!

So spend some other happy days together, the day after tomorrow I shall go again in the Internet caf'e, read your blog and write to you and to Car Inn !

Remember me to Tony!

Love   Air Gun"

After Tony read Jurgen's sweet and funny e-mail he said, "I like these Germans."

"Me, too. Even though I can't speak German."

This afternoon at 3:58 Roseanna, at Hoegemeryer's, left this message on Carlton, "Nancy and Tony, we just wanted to let you know that Tiger Lily (The ten-year-old cat that we rescued, several weeks ago, from our friend, who could no longer keep her.) has just been adopted to a great home and..." To say the least, we were thrilled for Tiger Lily and then I called our friend to tell her the good news about her cat finding a forever home and she was more than thrilled with the great news. "Thank you, Hoegemeyer Animal Clinic for helping us help find a home for another great cat!"

Early this evening I went outside to take pictures of Peanut and Emmylou Harris, they are both about one-year-old, sweeter than sweet can be and hoping that you or one of your friends might come out to adopt them. Girls first.

Around 7:00 this evening, Aaron came out to remove the dead mouse from Trigger's fan compartment—but there was no deceased mouse to be found—it was two, big, expensive, rotting steaks, found under the driver's seat—that we had bought five days ago, that Tony had overlooked when he carried in our groceries.

And that is about it for this evening. I plan to answer George's (Jurgen) note and then get some work done on the 2011 rescue ranch newsletter. Tomorrow morning I am calling Karin, so we can make plans for the day.

Y'all have a great evening and please keep praying that we get some more rain! Lastly, I want to do a shout-out to all of Karin's friends and family, in Germany, that are now reading my blog just to keep up with Karin and her Texas adventures. "We Love Karin, the "Great Roping German" and now a Proud Part-Time Texas Cowgirl! But, I want to ask y'all just one question—Do All of Y'all Germans Talk Like Her? Please make a comment and let me know and I Want to Thank Y'all For Reading My Blog! Hagen Das!" Even though I have no idea what that means—its a favorite ice cream over here and the only German words that I know.