My friend Will is a bike wizard.
Last night we hung out in his garage and worried about getting mosquito bites and
“helped” him finish my new (old) bike. Really it was kinda a one man job.
I can’t wait to take a spin on it after work. Think my boss would mind
if I took the afternoon off? (Yeah, I think she’d mind.)
After four days of constant rain here in central Kansas, it is so good to see the sun again.
Spring truly is HERE! Many of the bare trees are springing forth with white or purple flowers and green leaves. Let me tell you. All the dead brown grass and bare trees and cold weather made me an unhappy girl indeed. Now that GREEN is appearing everywhere I look, I feel as if my heart is coming back to life as well.
On Sunday, before the rain rolled in, we planted some seeds in the flowerbed that runs along the front of the house. I am by no means a gardener. So this is really a toss-up to see if anything will spring up. Since the front yard is very sunny most of the day, We planted california poppies, zinnias, and something else that I can’t remember. I know with the zinnias and the unremembered plant, we probably won’t see a ton of action this year–they should grow into bushes several feet high eventually, but I don’t expect much from them this summer. Can’t wait to see the poppies though! Let’s hope that this weekend is hot enough to get ’em sprouting up! Speaking of this weekend, after the rain and a slow work week, I am ready to get out and about and get stuff done! And by “stuff” I mean…
It doesn’t have to be rock climbing, white water rafting, or visiting a foreign country.
I went home for lunch, as I do every day. I have the same routine: pull in the driveway, head inside, plunk down purse and keys, let Mosey out of his kennel into the backyard.
Today, I pulled in the driveway, and a cute little black and white face peeked out at me from behind the rolled up hose, and a smiling dog approached my car. He stared at me through my window as I shut the car off. Once I stepped out, he got nervous and ran around to the far side of the house. Clearly curious, he came back with minimal coaching on my part. He sweetly continued to sniff around the yard, obviously interested in the dogs that have gone before him. I checked his collar for his name–Dib–and got the phone number of his family.
He was so friendly! It didn’t take a lot of effort to lead him to my backyard where he’d be safe and sound until his owner came for him. I called, she was home, and told me where the little guy had wandered from. It was several blocks away, and to get to my house he had to have crossed the busiest street in town! He was on an adventure, and so was I. I headed inside to get my own dog–knowing he still needed to go outside. I took him out on a leash and let him sniff the new guy through the chain-link fence, of course I knew that Mosey would like him, but not all dogs like his high-energy friendliness, so I kept them apart. Mosey was quite miffed that I didn’t let him run and play with his new friend.
About this time, a silver mini-van pulled up, and the husband of the woman I talked to on the phone got out. Dib got all squirmy and wiggly–very excited to see a familiar face. I let him out of the yard and he jumped into the arms of his owner. The man explained that the little guy had made a jail-break out of their back door, which hadn’t been closed all the way. He seemed a little embarrassed and sheepish that the dog they’d adopted just six months ago had escaped to explore the big wide world. I didn’t even get his name, but I’m glad I could play a starring role in their reunion. Of course, secretly I wanted to keep the sweet little pup.
It only took about ten minutes, but my unexpected encounter with this little guy was all I needed to put a smile on my face for the rest of the day.
I’m also more convinced than ever that if we get a second dog, I want it to be like this guy. Can’t you imagine the Abbott and Costello kind of schtick he’d pull with skinny, lanky Mosey?
My Friend Staci 
