We spent this weekend with our friends in Augusta, and in the process I managed to get quite a workout. Our friends/cousins have a little girl also, and the two girls love to play with each other. They also have a 19 year old cat named Muffin. Poor Muffin was soundly harassed by the two girls, who wanted to pick her up and play with her and love on her, all while they were shrieking at the top of their lungs, until all parents finally managed to be firm enough to get across the idea that the cat had to be LEFT ALONE! It took a few hours to get the message across, and I expect on Monday Muffin will be hiding somewhere trying to recover from a nervous breakdown
Our friends also have a dog named Sadie, who is a beautiful little black and white dog that reminds me of a border collie, only smaller. I went to let Sadie out of the pen to go into the house, and instead she rocketed out of her pen, took a hard left instead of going straight, and ran down one of the tallest hills I have ever seen. My friend had to stay with the girls, so I took off after Sadie. With the help of some friendly neighbors, I followed the trail of the dog down the hill, then with the help of another neighbor across the street at the bottom of the hill, I managed to recapture the dog. Of course, going down was a lot easier than going back up, and this time I had the dog to haul with me also. I have tried since to guess how far up I had to climb, and I think it is the equivalent of an eight story building stretched out over about a quarter mile. I managed to recross the street while I was carrying the dog, but then I had to stop and rest for a minute at which time the first set of neighbors who had helped me track the dog came out and offered the use of a leash, which was very gratefully accepted. The dog thought it was a great adventure and felt like she bonded with me through the experience. I thought it was an awfully big hill to have to climb down and back up again, but at least the dog was okay!