... we laughed until we cried about (as Casey described very well below) musical candles and stupid run-away dogs. Actually, one stupid dog in particular. Well, I have another story for you Juliana. Too bad you aren’t here to share this story in the company of wine and tequila shots!

So—I let my shinny, handsome, 55 lb black lab, Toby, out one afternoon like usual, but once again, he broke the fence. Toby ran across the street to see a buddy of his Chi. Chi was in the fence and he couldn’t get in, so rather than come to his mother—who was calling him, he decided that he would give Chi’s mom a kiss… except Chi’s mom didn’t want a kiss. She was in the middle of painting her porch. Toby jumped up on the porch with the fresh wet paint and put two paw’s right on the front of Chi’s mom. But this isn’t the end… oh no! On the way down from Chi’s moms chest with the big wet blue paws on the front of her, his foot landed in the bucket of wet paint. In a flash, Toby was taking off down the street leaving big goofy blue paw prints along the sidewalk.

I was stunned and just stood there looking at Chi’s mom! The only thing that she could utter was, “Oh, that’s not good.” I quickly apologized and said, “Um, sorry! Um… I gotta go get my dog!”

By the time I looked down the street, Toby was no where to be found! I searched until I heard a man yelling about a “damn dog.” I found Toby in the parking lot of the nearby Dollar General, sitting in the CAR of a very tall, very large, dark man. I ran over there an apologized again, to yet another person, for the behavior of my dog.

The best part—Everyone in the Dollar General parking lot informed me that Toby had gone for a little stroll through the store, before jumping in the strange mans car.

Uggh… The joy’s of Toby!