We stayed down at the lodge, where the pups could "jump in" right outside the door



We went to his 2 favorite places for lunch and dinner - Zinburger and El Charro!
Since I forgot to take my camera, I missed getting a picture of P in his blue hard hat (everyone over 5'10 had to wear one - plus this kid, apparently), but P looked oddly reminiscent of the kid in this picture . . . it's kinda freakin' me out the more I look at it, actually.
BUT, the MONSOON is coming . . .
This is what the sky has looked like in the afternoons for a few days - the first CLOUDS in a LONG time. Yesterday, there were a few sprinkles you could feel but not see (so nothing substantial). There was also a little bit of thunder, and I think the pups forgot what it was because they started freaking out. Dagny just discretely hid under the bed, but Hank became SPASTIC and tried to jump up on the bed (to get to his Mama, of course). It took three attempts because he kept misjudging . . . something . . . and sliding off the side. He's a little awkward- in case I haven't already said it.
By the evening, Hank finally let me look at his foot, and we saw he had a big cut on the pad, but we couldn't get a really good look because of the hair. So, I said clean it out and give it a couple days . . . Patrick only gave it 24 hours (total) before taking him to the vet (God bless our future pediatrician).
In the car on the way to the vet, Hank decided he was NOW well enough to stand on it . . . Awesome, Hank. Luckily, he limped once we got OUT of the car as to not embarrass us.
Oh wait, once we checked in, Hank needed to be weighed on the scale out in the lobby - easy, right? He hopped up and then started PEEING on the scale (he was aiming for the potted plant in the corner . . . he missed . . . because peeing on a potted plant would be okay?)
So much for NOT embarrassing us. THEN we went back and saw the vet. The vet agreed that Hank was acting like it hurt a lot for just a little cut, so he examined the foot, leg, knee joint, etc., and he said it all seemed okay. His conclusion: "Well, it is basically a blister. It seems that Hank is probably just . . . what's the word? . . . EXAGGERATING."
NOOOOOO, not MY dog.
We went to the Red Velvet Cupcakery (near campus). I got there at closing time, so the cupcakes were half price - but still yummy and SO MUCH better than Sprinkles Cupcakes. The one on the left is the Peanut Butter Cup, and the one of the right is the classic, Red Velvet.
Once I cut the first hole (and made the patch from some scraps), I realized there was another smaller glue spot right next to it. So two holes . . .
All fixed . . . it wasn't suppose to be perfect (because I knew it never would be), so I made it kinda messy:
Then, the next day, my neighbor asked me if someone had come over to check on things when we were gone. I said yes, and he was relieved. He had almost CALLED THE COPS when he saw a guy come through the fence, find our key, and go into the house. He said the “princess” decal on the license plate and the fact that they wiped their feet on the mat made him think they were probably okay. Then, he watched the house for about 20 minutes, and when the person didn’t come out with anything, he figured it was okay! He did take down the license number though, just in case! - It is good to know he’s watching out for us!
Birmingham -
Rehearsal Dinner at The Club - great view!
Best good friend K and her hubby were kind enough to host us for the weekend at their ridiculously cute house. Our roommates were pretty cute too:
Dallas:
Austin:
The Ranch: