April 12

April 12


Easter...My cousins Jacob and Jennifer had everyone at their house. I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!


Dacey and I had to drive back to Spring later that day and it was probably one of the most horrible car rides EVER! Road trips with Dacey are always fun and we were having a great time until about 30 minutes North of Huntsville when my dog, Boone, started panting. Now Boone is a pretty hot-natured dog so we usually spend a lot of time rolling down windows or turning on the air full-blast to cool him off...but it just wasn't happening. Dacey, Sawyer (Dacey's dog), and I were all freezing and Boone wouldn't quit panting. Dacey figures he is in pain and his hip hurts him a lot so we felt bad but couldn't stop (did I mention we had no leashes for the dogs and we were on I45 at about 10 at night.) Suddenly, Dacey yells out...(if you have a weak stomach skip to the next blog and DO NOT read on to what Dacey yelled out) "Boone is pooping everywhere!!! (I warned you.)


Well, needless to say it was disgusting. We pull over to the side of the road and try to figure out what we are going to do. I can't get out because I'm driving and cars are flying past. We have no leashes so Dacey is going to have to take Boone out while holding all 65 lbs of him by his collar and letting him drag her all over the side of the road in pitch black darkness. I have to grab Sawyer to keep him from running into the oblivian and pull him into the front seat. Sawyer, the poor, skittish baby is shivering in the front passenger seat because we are on the side of the road, we've been screaming, I've grabbed him and pulled him by his collar into the front seat, and Boone sprayed him with the nastiness. (Again, I warned you not to read on.) Luckily, the boys were sitting on a blanket which Dacey pulled out of the car and (I'm so sorry) left on the side of the road. We did mess with Texas, but I think we can be excused in this one instance. I just hope nobody driving along thinks they found a great quilt and gets a horrible surprise.


The rest of the road trip was spent with the heater up as high as it would go and the windows down. We panicked whenever Boone moved, but whatever had made him sick was gone (and all over my leather). Thank God my seats cleaned easily, but it was a late night and made for very grouchy teachers the next day. Its funny now, but was surreal and horrifying at the time. Booney's my baby though so all is forgiven. :)