God bless Gretchen, who drove me to the airport this morning, for the beginning of another absolutely perfect trip home (other than one of the cart drivers in the airport asking me if I needed a ride). Although I'd told the dog sitters I'd pick them up at 4, everything went so smoothly that I was ready to get them at 3:15. When I got there, no one was home and my poor little pups were going crazy at the door. I called and discovered the family was shopping 15 minutes away. I only hope their front door wasn't scratched by the pooches trying to get to me. It was gut-wrenching. But they did tell me that Glory loved playing outside with the kids, while Simon was his usual wimpy self and would only go out to do his business and come back in. I swear, he should have been a princess.

But I'm happy to be home and am equally as happy that I got away for a much needed mini-vacation.  Thank you, God.