I woke up at 4 A.M. this morning with the feeling of a bug crawling on me. Not the most pleasant way to wake up. I knew I should go back to sleep because I had a long day ahead of me. Last night I drove to the Mississippi River and picked up a stray dog. She was young and beautiful, but full of energy. She whined and cried all the way home. The drive back was interesting enough: fifteen white-tailed deer and one albino. When we got home, the new dog wrestled all night with our other foster dog. They were both so tired, that they slept through the night without problems. I had to arrange a new home for her and two Border Collies the next day. I had a doctor’s appointment and had to pick up my granddaughter for an over-night visit. I finally got up at 6 A.M. The dogs were fed and I kept them busy while my wife fed the cats. I watched the news and took a nap. A shower and a check of my stocks and we were off. The animal control officer had been informed to pick up the new dog that I named Trixie, while we gone to the city. We picked up my granddaughter, hugged and kissed the twins and off for a special lunch.

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