GobbleFest and run

Yesterday started off well. It was a lovely sunny day, Imp gave me the easiest way to get to her little corner of heaven, and I made it there just fine. I collected hugs and kisses from everyone, handed out the presents I'd remembered to bring and lamented the ones I'd forgotten and started nibbling. Sherri & Jay gave me a huge grocery bag full of dog toys and a Sherri-made cuddle wrap in deep red, Imp & Bel gave me Imp-made candles and a GobbleFest apron and coffee mug.

I should back up here and say that I'd been trying to call my dogsitter since Monday just to double-check on the arrangements and timing and not getting an answer. I finally left a message on her husband's phone. After dinner (which was fantastic), I saw that he'd sent me a text message saying she was in the hospital, her sister should have called me, and no one would be taking care of the dogs. I called my friend Doc and she went over to the house, let the dogs out and fed them at 7 last night, and then I left Imp's for home at 9 this morning.

The dogs forgave me the moment I dumped the bag o'toys on the breezeway floor. The multi-squeaker toys lasted about twenty minutes before the squeakerectomies were completed. I've made three circuits of the living room to clean up toy fluff since 1 p.m., and tomorrow morning I'm sure I'll have to clean less-pleasant things off the basement floor. I'm sad that I didn't get to stay longer, but so happy to have had my day with loved ones.