TODAY WAS UNEVENTFUL TO START

TODAY WAS PRETTY UNEVENTFUL--WHICH IS THE WAY I LIKE IT. I DID NOT HAVE TO BE TO THE SHOP TIL 9 AM. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE A WEDDING PARTY OF ABOUT 5 PEOPLE WHO DID NOT SHOW UP, SO THAT DID STINK JUST A BIT. LAST SATURDAY WAS SLAMMIN AND WE COULD NOT GET THEM IN AND OUT FAST ENOUGH. TODAY WAS PRETTY SLOW SO I LEFT EARLY AND GOT GROCERIES. I BROUGHT THEM HOME AND UNLOADED AND HUBBY PUT THEM AWAY WHILE I JETTED DOWN THE STREET AND PICK UP THE GIRLS AND SHANEY BOB AT NANAS HOUSE. THE KIDS SWAM FOR A WHILE AND MY FRIEND CARROL WHO ALSO WORKS AT THE SHOP CALLED. SHE DID NOT WORK TODAY AND WE HAD SOME CATCHING UP TO DO. IN THE MEAN TIME THE KIDS AND EVERETT ATE PIZZA. AFTER HUBBY DECIDED TO GO FOR A SHORT MOTORCYCLE RIDE. REAL SHORT BECAUSE HE WAS BACK IN A FEW MINUTES. TURNS OUT OUR BEAGLE DOG THAT THE KIDS GOT FOR CHRISTMAS WAS HIT ON THE HIGHWAY. WE HAVE HORRIBLE LUCK WITH DOGS. AS A MATTER OF FACT FOR THE LAST 3 YEARS THERE HAS BEEN A NEW DOG AT CHRISTMAS ONLY TO BE LATER KILLED IN SOME WAY OR ANOTHER. MY MOM GOT MY HUSBAND A CINNAMON COLORED BEAGLE FOR CHRISTMAS ONE YEAR AND THE NEXT SUMMER IT GOT HIT ON THE HIGHWAY. YOU SEE WE DONT CHAIN THEM UP AND BEAGLES DONT LIKE TO BE IN THE HOUSE. THE HIGHWAY IS CLOSE TO A MILE AWAY. THEN TWO YEARS AGO WE GOT THE GIRLS WHAT IS CALLED A PATCH COLORED BEAGLE. WE NAMED HIM WHAT ELSE PATCH. HE WAS A GOOD DOG AND WE GOT VERY ATTATCHED IN A SHORT AMOUT OF TIME. IF WE WERE NOT OUTSIDE THE DOG WOULD GO TO MOM AND DADS AND DAD WOULD PLAY WITH HIM. HE FOLLOWED MY DAD EVERYWHERE. IF DAD WAS ON THE TRACTOR CUTTING HAY OR JUST CUTTING THE PASTURE THE DOG WOULD FOLLOW HIM BACK AND FORTH. IT WAS A RUNNING JOKE AROUND HERE WHEN DAD CAME OVER FOR ANY REASON AND WOULD GO TO LEAVE HE WOULD SAY"WELL IM GOING TO TAKE MY DOG AND GO HOME" ONE DAY HE WAS OUT CUTTING HAY AND DID NOT SEE PATCH AND RAN OVER HIM---MY DAD WAS JUST AS HEARTBROKEN AS THE REST OF US. THIS PAST CHRISMAS WE GOT THE GIRLS A LEMON COLORED BEAGLE. WELL GIVEN OUR LUCK WITH DOGS WE NAMED HIM LUCKY--SHORT FOR HE WILL LUCKY TO BE ALIVE THIS TIME NEXT YEAR. WELL I HAVENT TOLD THE KIDS AND DECIDED TO WAIT UNTIL IN THE MORNING. IT DOES NOT BREAK MY HEART AS MUCH OVER THE DOG AS IT BREAKS MY HEART TO TELL THE KIDS THAT THE DOG IS GONE NEVER TO RETURN. I HATE-YES HATE IS A STRONG WORD--BUT I HATE TO TELL THEM AND SEE THEIR HEART BREAK OVER LOSING YET ANOTHER ANIMAL. I DONT CRY OVER LOSING THE DOG ONLY FOR THE KIDS PAIN OVER THEIR LOSING THE DOG. DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE? SO WE ARE DOWN TO ONE DOG AND 3 CATS. WE ARE NOT REALLY EVEN CAT PEOPLE, YET THEY SEEM TO OUTNUMBER AT THIS TIME.