Good Times!

I stayed at my daughter’s home for five days to take care of our Rey Rey, a 6-year-old Husky English Shepherd. She stole my heart long before my beautiful grandson, who is closing in on four months old.

I spoil Rey Rey worse than any grandchild. I always stop to buy her special treats. This week I brought extra. While standing at the doorway, I heard Rey Rey whimpering, poor baby. I said, ‘You’re OK, grammy is here.’ I hurried to open the door. She was drooling but settled down quickly.

Backstory: When I get to my daughter’s, I pay attention to my Rey Rey first. I give her a good body rub and treats; then throw around one of her green balls. There are many.

After a couple of days, I realized her green balls weren’t around. I even got on my knees and looked under everything. Finally, I sent a private message to my daughter to ask where they were. No idea. We suffered without them.

Did I mention my son-in-law has this huge, big screen TV? Nice, right? I had zero problems with the remote. I guess I’m not that old, yet. LOL. I did have a spot of an issue with the volume but only for a moment.

I spent three days at the beach, which is only three miles away. Yes, it is still summer in Florida. Thank goodness for that.

One day while on the way inside, I noticed one of Rey Rey’s green balls in the front yard near the property line, but on my daughter’s side. I just love how that showed up. We played for a good hour. Spirit heard me asking for that ball. Or was it just the Law of Attraction bringing it to me. Either way, it just doesn’t get any better than that.

The last night I was there Rey Rey got into bed with me and started gagging like animals do before they throw up. I pushed her out of bed just in time but had to clean up the mess on the floor. No more cookies – I mean it!

Good Times!