I came home this morning with a pussy willow tree (or “pissy willow” as Piper likes to tell it) in the back of the car, necessitating stuffing the wagon up where the kids usually sit. The girls were in school, so I just had Wes. When I got to our neighborhood, two dogs—clearly siblings and strangers—were running around, clearly on a lark. One was very easy to catch, and luckily he had a phone number on his collar. I was able to reach the owner, but she was 45 minutes away, helping her daughter with her two toddlers and newborn twins. I have a very soft spot for grandma’s taking care of grandkids, so I offered to drive them home and lock them back up. Hence two dogs in my unusually crowded car. (The other dog is crouched on the floor, unable to find a carseat for himself.) Wesley was thrilled to have a new paw to hold. It was inconvenient, but oddly, a highlight of my day. And now I have a new neighbor to meet!
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