Beagle Mafia

Why yes, yes I am! Quite a lot has happened in the year and a half I have been MIA so I wont bore you with the details but I will shed some light on the new happenings in my life post by post.

I could not resist blogging again as it appears my life is just one sitcom episode after episode. I guess having a herd of hounds, running a rescue, being a mom, wife, best friend, student about to be full time, and social butterfly makes for some good reality tv. The Jersey Housewives aint got nothing on me except too much time and money on their hands. :)

Yesterday alone would have made a great episode. Lets recap:

Day started with a trip the grocery store. As we were checking out this poor lady was very concerned about her running total and I saw her in tears putting stuff back that she could not afford. She was giving quite the story to the cashier and I could not resist trying to help her in some way. I rummaged through my wallet and found a $5 coupon to hand her and then added a few items to my bill so that she could buy everything she needed. She was extremely thankful and even tried to hand me what little cash she had left but of course I refused. Bless her heart.

After leaving the grocery store, Capo and I head to pick up The Boy(who I think I might rename Tween but that's for later). Per our usual weekly occurrence, we find a stray dog running in and out of traffic. We were unable to catch him/her but we at least chased the dog out of traffic.

So thats 2 good deeds, but of course, they never go unpunished. Sigh!

I am on the phone and I get a call beep in. I generally do not answer phone calls anymore because they are usually from rescue world in which I have to hear the same " I cant keep my dog anymore" sob story or some general questions people could figure out on their own if they tried. 3 years of listening to bullshit will generally sour you on answering the phone. Back to the phone call, something(had to be from above) told me to answer this call and place my call in progress on hold. Here is the conversation:

Caller: "Hi, do you have 3 beagles?"

Me:(thinking this was a rescue call), "why yes we have several beagles, which are you interested
in?

Caller: "Well I have 3 right here, "Suzie Q, one that looks like Suzie Q, another one, and one that
that looks like Suzie Q has run off again"

Me:( full blown panic mode now) "Omg, where are you located, they are my babies, I will be
right there".

Now I am screaming to Capo, The Boy and the Teen(I will formally introduce him soon)"The dogs are OUT".

Capo jumps in his car, I jump in mine and the Teen hops on his bike. I have no idea where this lady is located as I was in panic mode and not even listening so I just start looking for cul-de-sac which is all I can recall her telling me.

I screech in and there sits 2 of my hounds just walking around this lady's garage and driveway. I probably looked like a REAL bad pet owner as I get out and "yell, BAD DOGS, get in the car". They jump in and I thank the lady 45641313212321 times in tears. I am hoping that their Coach collars, their cleanliness, friendliness and my sense of panic was not over looked by me yelling at them.

So now, I race back to the house because I have no idea who else maybe missing. I didnt think to do a roll call which would be necessary when you own a herd of hounds. I half ass pulled in the driveway and saw the Teen on his bike and had him bring the 2 in the house that I found. He lays his bike down and I screech out of the driveway only turning in the opposite direction in which I pulled in. AND that is when I ran over his bike and ripped off half of the front end of my brand new car. GREAT!

So now my car is useless, my hounds are running all over the neighborhood and all I can do is cry!

The Teen being the the great kid that he is, starts trying to fix the front of my car so I can finish canvasing the neighborhood for my escapee hounds.

End of the story is, all the hounds have been accounted for, my car is ok but will need a few small repairs, and my sanity has been restored.

All this in the day of the life of The Beagle Mafia......