Home Alone

I'm home alone today. (Here's hoping that no one is stalking me and will show up in my yard this afternoon. Perhaps I should say that I'm home alone WITH WEAPONS.)

Tony had to go do an inspection of a customer's warehouse in Cleveland. The FAA is so picky about who they let ship cargo on airplanes these days. Jeesh. So he and our air guy are driving all the way up to Cleveland this morning and back this afternoon. I don't envy them that trip, but I kind of envy the companionship. The office is terribly quiet without him.

But don't misunderstand me. I'm taking advantage of the fact that the cat's away for the day - I'm going shopping! Well, grocery shopping, but money will be spent and bags will be brought home! So that counts.

(We return to this blog after a brief interruption while I sprinted into the street in heels after my gigantic trash can. Why can't the trash can ever blow away when Tony is home? Oh, and thank goodness for neighbors who call and let you know when your trash can is headed for the lake.)

Anyhow, this morning was very interesting - Tony had to leave before sunup, so I was left to wrangle the dogs. Sarge is easy - pick him up, throw him out in the yard, open the door 10 minutes later, stand to the side as he sprints in the house, you're done. Beau is another story altogether. I have as little to do with him as possible because he smells and is licky, so when my face was the one outside his kennel this morning, he was stumped. He didn't even know what to do. I told him "Outside" and he promptly ran me over and charged outside without his Invisible Fence collar on. Super.

I figured he wouldn't go too far because he's a giant chicken, but I still didn't want to leave him out too long. Around 9, I opened both the garage door and the door to the house and left a trail of Beggin Strips from the door to the kennel. Success! He's going to yarf from all the treats later, but I'll let Tony clean that up.

I feel kind of the way I imagine many new parents do the first time they are left alone with the kids. I have no idea how they will react or what will work. Tony handles the dogs, I complain about the way they smell. That's pretty much it. So I'm going to fumble through today and hope I can get Beau's collar on him before afternoon potties. And that Sarge doesn't blow away in the 100 mile per hour winds we're having.

Speaking of which, there are some dog bowls I have to go retrieve from the lake.