Stan Knoll called me Thursday night at work to tell me that their Babe had come in heat. We have had 2+ years plans to breed Babe to Owl. A mating of the two actually took place last year in May. By the time I'd gotten to Mississippi, though, we were on the tail end of her cycle. Babe did not become pregnant. We decided we'd "repeat the breeding again in the spring" and that time has arrived.
Accordingly, Stan and I decided to meet halfway so that, this time, I could get Babe and bring her to my house.
Yesterday morning, I'd set the alarm for 5 am, left home at 7:20 and drove south through a lot of rain. Five hours later, I was in Louisville and 3.5 hours or so after that, with walking the dogs and a gas stop in between, I met Stan at the Kentucky/Tennessee state line. We had coffee and talked for an hour, then I put Babe in my car and we both headed back the way we had come.
I like to drive but it made for a long, long day. And Stan had actually driven about an hour further than I did.
All four of my own dogs were with me and everybody traveled very nicely, as usual.
By the time I again hit the hilly and twisting country roads between Chillicothe and home, I was tired and it was very dark. More cautious on both counts, the drive north took longer than the trip south. I finally arrived home at 1:15 am. I wanted nothing more than to go straight to bed but of course the dogs all needed some attention and time to exercise. It was nearly 3:30 before I crawled (literally) under the covers.
Is there anyone alive who does not think that dog people are crazy? ; )
Accordingly, Stan and I decided to meet halfway so that, this time, I could get Babe and bring her to my house.
Yesterday morning, I'd set the alarm for 5 am, left home at 7:20 and drove south through a lot of rain. Five hours later, I was in Louisville and 3.5 hours or so after that, with walking the dogs and a gas stop in between, I met Stan at the Kentucky/Tennessee state line. We had coffee and talked for an hour, then I put Babe in my car and we both headed back the way we had come.
I like to drive but it made for a long, long day. And Stan had actually driven about an hour further than I did.
All four of my own dogs were with me and everybody traveled very nicely, as usual.
By the time I again hit the hilly and twisting country roads between Chillicothe and home, I was tired and it was very dark. More cautious on both counts, the drive north took longer than the trip south. I finally arrived home at 1:15 am. I wanted nothing more than to go straight to bed but of course the dogs all needed some attention and time to exercise. It was nearly 3:30 before I crawled (literally) under the covers.
Is there anyone alive who does not think that dog people are crazy? ; )
