through the house, Cheryl was cussing about the garage door. Aimee was adjusting to the altitude meds. Binky was yelping because of a hurt back. Bullet was eating dirt by the pound. Jennie was probably relaxing at home pondering the adventures that were bound to be had by all. Plans are temporary, purpose is not(wisdom from a training). So instead we will run the dog to the vet in the morning and make sure he is ok. Then we will rest knowing he is in good hands! Then take off for our journey a bit late but content:)
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