Close calls

We had some close calls yesterday. The day started out like any other, Jeremy on his way to the golf course around 6:45 am to get in a quick round before work. I let Bella (our St. Bernard) outside to do her morning duties, and after a minute she came back up and laid on the deck. I got Bri's breakfast ready and was feeding her when I realized I hadn't seen Bella in awhile. I peeked outside, didn't see her, called her, nothing. I decided to go outside to see if she was behind the shed when I noticed the gate open. Uh oh. I quickly looked around and called her, nothing. So I grabbed Bri out of her high chair, loaded the girls into the Yukon, grabbed leash and treats, and headed out to scour the neighborhood. I had visions of her reaching Hanson (busy street about 2 blocks away), running freely without a care in the world. Bella is not the brightest dog sometimes and takes full advantage of exploring when she is loose (which has only happened about twice in her life). For some reason I decided to head the other way out of our driveway (opposite of Hanson) and right away saw a neighbor guy walking our way. When I asked him if he'd seen her dog, he said she just went into our neighbors yard. I pulled back into our driveway, and a minute later I saw her trotting on the side of the road and she came right back into our backyard (lured by treats, of course.) So that was Bella's little adventure for the day.

Now Jeremy. Let me preface the story by saying that he has played about 40 rounds of golf this year, this year being since about April 15th. If you do the math, that is over 1 round per day. Don't worry, it hasn't interfered with much. He goes in early before work, gets a good workout in since he walks the course, and actually gets more work done at work and at home since he is happier and has something to look forward to. And I really haven't minded, a happier husband means a happier wife. So anyway, yesterday during his work golf league he got nailed in the back by a golf ball. He would probably be more dramatic with the whole story, but all I know is that he felt like he was shot and immediately fell to the ground in pain. He got really lucky that it didn't hit his head or spine. After "coming to", he of course had to finish his last 2 holes of the round. Heaven forbid, he couldn't just forfeit to the other guy! Now he has a big red circle on his back with a white center, soon to be a nasty bruise. Although he's a little sore, "fortunately" he'll be back on the course in no time.

Wow, this is a long one. One more thing -- after all that excitement yesterday we decided to try the girls out on the boat for the first time. Even though they could barely move in their life jackets, I think they had a good time. Here are some pictures.