Ok, so we raked the lawn (which hurt, I'm thinking we are taking a couple bags of leaves home with us in the trunk! ), I brushed out the dog (and at one point had to prove who was alpha) and watched my mum get married for the third time. Already know this one isn't going to last long, I honestly don't think he will make it through the chemo if they have him do it. Found out today that he will in fact have to go to billings for them to take samples off his lungs, the fluid they took off his lungs wasn't good enough for the sampling.
tomorrow we are getting up early to make breakfast for everyone before mum goes to work, and then making an early thanksgiving meal for tomorrow night.
Haha. My dad trained dogs for years. Police german shepards.
He told me to mount my dog to show him whos the alpha. I'm five foot tall and tiny. The dog was a bull mastiff. Needless to say I went for a horse ride on the back of my dog. He's the alpha, I was his B*@#h, if you follow. But Mauston settled after I got him fixed, and we were buddies for years. I didnt try to mount him and he quit trying to attack anyone who came near me. It worked. He even stopped shoving me out of my bed at night and blocking the hall way when I needed to get passed. He was just a big huge baby in the end. Such a sweet slobber bucket. I wish I had time for another dog.
Will post more later, probably in the next day or two, both here and on other peoples journals, but for now suffice it to say that we are home safe tired and worn out! yay for home!