Wild Dogs

Pip and I on the way to preschool.
What a day. Mistaya stayed home with a little virus–tummy, headache. I felt off today too. I wrote all morning and then went to pick up Fernando from Miranda’s backyard. The dogs often have a morning playdate on their own in the backyard. I arrived to an empty yard. I called M’s cell and she said no one had picked them up so officially they were missing. I picked Pip up from preschool and then hopped on  my bike. The task was huge as the mountain park behind our houses is vast. I called and called and biked and biked. John came home from work to help look for the boys: one giant,black curly haired dog and one little black straight haired dog.
A stroke of luck–I ran into neighbors who reported that yes the dogs were loose all morning, barking at people and running wild in the neighborhood and heading off into the forest.
I biked past my house and my girls came onto the balcony to tell me the dogs had been found. A neighbor was walking and they followed her home. Thank G! The good news is that they stayed together. Those naughty little boys explored the mountain all morning together–barking at anyone that tried to approach them.
Tonight I want to spoil myself with a pumpkin pie Blizzard. Once a month I just need the DQ to perk me up!
I had an exhausting but fun day yesterday. Miranda and I biked to the mountain top (I had my worst asthma attack ever on the way up and had to stop because my lungs stuck together and I couldn’t get any air in). From the top we hid the bikes and hiked. It was beautiful in the forest–blue sky and sunshine. We sat underneath a giant old ponderosa tree in the sun and chatted for a long while. Then we hiked down to the areas dynamited out and looked through he rock veins for crystals. We biked back with our backpacks full of rocks. Miranda carried the mother of all rocks for me–My back couldn’t handle its weight but she seemed to think she could manage it.
I was so tired after the morning that I had to nap–I am fighting a virus that leaves the stomach upset and the joints achey and weak. But last night was skating lessons, so I had to rise tot he occasion and head out into the night. Mist and I went to Prospera Place skate. It was fun! Once I’m out on the ice, the world is my oyster. I can’t explain it, but I love sports! I have a smile on my face the entire skate–even though I really am a crappy skater. Mistaya was a great skating buddy. I love having daughters–they are so much fun–each one of them!