Getting off I-215 last night, we both heaved a sigh - but I'm not sure if it was a sigh of relief or of sadness. Our mega-vacation was about to end.
Chris was at the house awaiting us, as was Taylor, of course. And our multitudes of animals - Bambi, Lexie, and Princess. I'm sure they must have thought we'd abandoned them. They were all beside themselves. And Sundance began a cry/wail until Marilee accorded her some attention as well.
I spent a bit of time with Molly and Sherman; I'll spend more time with them today - I'm taking one more day off to tie up some loose ends I really should have done before we left.
Sleep came easily to both of us; we went to bed rather early. Lexie had her 11:30pm wake-up potty to attend to, and I was tempted to go outside late (early?) to find a cat wailing in the night. But then the wail turned into a squawk. Or was it a quack?
No, actually, it was a goose.
This was the view this morning when taking Taylor to school:
Yup - that there's a goose.
I called Animal Control after getting home, but they said someone wouldn't be able to come out till 10am. Mr. Goose must've known I was calling, since he had waddled away when I went back outside.
Figures - would have been nice to find out if this was the Golden Egg goose. After Las Vegas times two, a golden egg would be a nice surprise.
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I hope the goose was ok...hopefully he could fly away.
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