Zena went to doggy jail

Friday night, I was visiting Arlington. I get a call from Hayley, that she got a call from her dad, that he got a call from the animal shelter. Zena must have escaped and she is in doggy jail. (Her microchip is tagged to my ex-husbands's phone number and he now lives in Austin.) 

Now, for those who don't know Zena,  she may look really big and scary, but she is a gentle giant. If you open a car door, she will jump right in...especially if it's the driver's side door.

So Nick said he would like to have seen the surveillance tape when they picked her up. They probably opened the truck door to get their dog harness catcher thingy and she probably jumped up in the front seat wagging her tail as happy as can be. 

So Hayley says she'll pick her up Saturday. I'm thinking its' going to be really expensive. Hayley said it was $20 to redeem her and only $8 for the night. Okay, from now on, when I go on vacation, I'm letting the dog loose outside of animal control. The kennel is expensive. I went to New Orleans once and stayed in the French Quarter and my 2 dogs that shared a kennel cost as much as my hotel stay for the long weekend. I mean they shared a small steel cage for goodness sake. I had a private bath, big comfy bed, cable TV, Internet and walking distance to Bourbon street.




So Nick goes to Chicago every week and for some strange reason where he works, they always have soup for breakfast. He sends me these lovely pictures that always put a smile on my face. I talked to a coworker with family in Chicago and he says that soup for breakfast is NOT a Chicago thing.




So I've been playing a little more golf lately. This is the time of the year to do it. Gorgeous outside. My short game has not improved. I have not practiced, but I do contemplate what I should do different quite a bit. Unfortunately that contemplation does not include trying to improve my short game by actually going to the driving range to practice.