Almost Sisters

On Wednesday I got to go down and take Brooke out to lunch. My mom has been a nanny for Brooke and her sister Blaire for 10 years and I have known her all her life. I love seeing Brooke and I would say that she is almost my sister, especially since we've both had the privilege of growing up along side my mom. When Brooke was little and I lived closer I used to baby-sit her and I would spend time over at the house when my mom was working. Now that I'm grown-up I have to schedule special lunch dates. I drove down yesterday and we decided to go eat at Corner Bakery. We both love Corner Bakery and we both got the new bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast panini (even though it was lunch). It is so amazing to see how Brooke is growing up. I remember the first Sunday that her parents brought her to church after she was born. I hope to always be a part of Brooke and her sister Blaire's lives.

After lunch we decided to go back to her house and play games for a bit. On the way home though we saw a dog in the middle of a busy neighborhood road. "We MUST rescue it!" I thought. This is what I do when I see lost dogs. Rescue them. My mom taught me to do that long ago and I always think about our old dog, Hannah, who was a master escape artist. If it were my lost dog I would want someone to save it from getting hit or picked up by the pound, so I will do the same. Especially if the dog comes up and is friendly. My own dear Cosby was rescued by my roommate from the haggard streets of Denton during a thunderstorm. Back to my story.... Brooke immediately recognized that the dog was her neighbor's dog Saddie. I called, "Come here Saddie" and the dog came right up, rolled over for me to pet her and then hopped in the car. Brooke and I walked over to the neighbors' to inform them of our heroic deed, but they weren't home. We knew that Brooke's family was going to be leaving to go out of town later that afternoon and that we had to find a way to get the dog home, but we weren't sure what to do. We already had the dog in my car! We decided to take it home and put her in the backyard at the Butler's for a second. We made a few unsuccessful phone calls to try to reach the owner. Finally we decided to see if the neighbors' gate was open and we could return the dog to her yard. We made a leash from a loose scarf and trotted down the street again. The gate was open, we put the dog in and then, to our relief, the neighbors pulled up in their driveway. Whew. I was glad to know that their beloved dog was home with the right people.

Back at the house Brook and I played a game called Looney Laundry. So fun. You are supposed to put your laundry game pieces in the laundry basket when you land on the right spaces. The goal is to be the 1st player to get rid of all your pieces. But sometimes, the laundry basket "burps" and spits out ALL of the pieces and the player who put the last piece in has to take ALL of the pieces and start all over. This happened to me 4 times!!! It happened to Brooke none. Perhaps the rigged the game. She won. Oh well, it was still a time of laughter so I didn't mind.

When I returned back to Denton, this was what I saw. My little Cosby waiting for me at the window. It melted my heart. See, this is what happens when you take the time to rescue dogs. And we lived happily ever after.