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i'm going home
I don't think you
can have so much fun that it isn't a relief to go home in a way. Also,
we'd been exchanging phone calls and e-mails with the Chalow-sitter, Gayle.
Chalow got a bunch of swelling in her shoulder, a result of being shaken
by the big dog who attacked her. The vet had been concerned this might
occur. Gayle took her to the vet, they installed drains and Gayle had
been dressing her in T-shirts with sanitary napkins taped inside to catch
the drainage. She had purchased childrens T-shirts and altered them to
fit her short legs and body. Gayle assured us she was improving and feeling
much better, but we still worried.
We'd
planned to leave the city for La Guardia two hours before our flight and
got up and leisurely packed and showered and dressed and ate room service,
steeling ourselves for the joy of air travel. I was sitting there sipping
coffee and looking at The New York Times when I realized that the
funeral for the Cardinal would be today. All these politicians were coming
to town. Hmm...could this cause traffic to prevent our quick exit? The
concierge was not encouraging. OK, we don't need to miss our plane. So
quickly we called and changed the car service appointment to an earlier
time, packed up and went to spend some extra quality time at La Guardia.
Actually, it wasn't
too bad. We got our luggage checked at the curb, got boarding cards and
sat and read and ate some snacks and drank water. The plane finally got
loaded. We were off for the hills of home, our bumpkin adventure in the
city over.
Another concourse
scamper in Houton and we made the final leg, got our bags, grabbed a cab
and called Gayle to bring our baby home.
We were most relieved
to see her. Gayle showed us how she'd been dressing her in the little
T-shirts and
cleaning the drain. Fun, huh? Still she looked cute with the little sleeves
basted up in rakish rolls, looking like she needed a little Chalow-sized
pack of cigarettes. The fact that the T-shirts Gayle had grabbed in Walgreen's
were Texas souvenirs also gave her a sporty look. I'll be glad, though,
when she can just go back to being a fuzzy doggy.
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