My Sat morning started with a great idea to drive Punkin to our new park for a walk. Half way there he jumps out of the truck window. Not sure how he fit. As I'm trying to decide if I interrupt Tom's golf tournament to tell him his dog is dead Punkin then gets up, shakes and jumps back in the truck and looks at me like "what just happened?". We get to the park & as I'm putting on his leash he take...s off after two foo foo doggies & their owners holler. He comes back and We get to the furthest point of the park and it starts pouring rain. We run back and he jumps in the truck with muddy feet. Half way back home my windshield wiper just flies off the truck into the street. I turn around and run into the road to grab it. I could barely see to drive home as the metal is scratching the window and I can't figure out how to turn off the wipers in Tom's truck. Cancelled my shopping trip in to SLC. Crawled back in bed with a book and my ipad. This is where I'll be until Tom gets home if anyone is looking for me.

 

Sun Morning. Tom leaves for golfing at 7:15. Punkin puts his paws on the bed like "come on mom, time for our walk".  I tell him after yesterday I'm walking on my treadmill this morning and going back to sleep for now. When I got up an hour later he had left a nice little surprise next to my treadmill. Who's idea was it to get this doggie anyway?

Muddy Punkin at Chelsea's House.