So today we were supposed to get the yard work done, eat lunch at Joe's, and head in to visit my mom. We didn't see Mom, and we didn't get all the yard work done.
Some people went shopping for things like rat poison and sheep feed, and didn't get that all done until -gasp- 12:30 (But there was a physical therapy appointment in there, too!)
Some people didn't drag their sorry carcasses out of bed until 12:45. I'm not sayin' who (MatthewandKeri.)
Surprisingly, one of us actually did some yardwork, yanking all the lambs' quarters out of my flower bed and putting away all the clean dishes, just like she was asked! (Thank you, Miss Mary!)
Also surprisingly, after lunch, when we went into Corbin's for a sight-seeing trip, we found an intriguing sign on the bulletin board. Seems someone had bought a puppy from Corbin's last fall, and discovered since that they are allergic to him. This ten-month-old sweetie was house broken, neutered, had all his shots, and they were offering him to a good home for free. So the Jack Russell terrier/Fox terrier cross puppy formerly known as Jack has come to live with us. We have named him Jip. (Because his name and our command for getting dogs to keep paws off humans, "Off!" well, you say them together and you'll understand the name change!)
John is pretty sure that his new owners didn't really have allergies. He's pretty sure that they quickly figured out that their small house and a Jack terrier mix just couldn't coexist harmoniously. But he has plenty of room to run around, and plenty to do here. He'll be happy.
Tomorrow we're introducing him to rats...