Bon and Bailee’s Big Day

I’m going to attempt to get this done while the baby is sleeping. Yep, I’m a new mommy!  I took some pics of his arrival–or our picking him up I should say–and wanted to share them with you. Saturday was a big day for us. We got ourselves a new baby, and I got a chance to attend my granddaughter’s 5th birthday party. Well, the beginning of it anyway.

The Old Man and I have been seriously looking for a pup online for the past week or so. We finally ruled out getting another Pitbull (the Old Man didn’t want to take any chances comparing the new one to Sully) and decided to look for a Lab this time. I finally found some pics of ones that I thought my husband would like, he took a look/see, and we notified the owner we’d like to come take a look. Ya know…cause just taking a look was all we were gonna do. Whatever! She was a really nice woman by the name of  Diana Rech who gave us her location and provided us with directions to her home in Dwight, Nebraska. So early Saturday morning, the Old Man, Hound Dog and me, set forth on our busy journey.

Wow…the drive was long! Two hours into it after rerouting, backtracking, and winding down some seriously, long country roads, the Old Man finally turned to me and said, “Shit, we could’ve gone to Colorado and it wouldn’t take as long.”

Miles and miles of road. Good thing we had the old pickup.

The weather had turned, we seemed to be driving in and out of bouts of rain, so we were relieved when we finally found the place. Guess what she had waiting for us in the front yard?

Three, little boys. Aren't they darling?
How do you choose? I wanted to take them all home. The Old Man gets to pick.
Hound Dog wants in on the choice.
His choice was he didn't like any of them and started back towards the truck.
That's Diana (the owner) chatting it up with the Old Man. She took the puppies out and let them run a little so we could get an idea of their personalities.
This one started 'hounding' Hound Dog relentlessly.
Well you know the one that picked Hound Dog was the one we were keeping. The Old Man was hooked the moment he picked him up.
Daddy's new boy. Isn't he handsome? We named him Bon Scott in honor of the lead singer of AC/DC who passed away in 1980.
I put Bon next to me, and Hound Dog was pissed. He crawled up in daddy's lap and refused to even look at me. Or it could've been he was embarrassed to be seen in the stupid outfits I put on him. That's what the Old Man thinks anyway.

We had a little time to kill before I was supposed to be at the birthday party later in the afternoon, so we decided to drive to Columbus to see the Old Man’s best friend, Eric.

Eric was working out in the field so his uncle came to get the Old Man.
I had no idea he was hitching a ride with him, but there he goes leaving me alone with the boys.
Did I mention it started pouring and they both had to go potty? Sucks to be me!
You might know they returned 'after' the rained slowed down and I was wet from letting the boys out of the truck to do their duty.
Old Man maneuvering mud patches, with Eric close behind.
Can you say 'Rednecks'?
I just love Eric though. He's a keeper. Ladies, he's single if you're into hardworking, country men!
The road that leads from the field around to the property.
I just love downed trees.
Gnarled trees really give you the 'feel' of Halloween.

We said our goodbye’s and headed out. It’s a long, damn drive to Council Bluff’s to my daughters and Pissy was already getting tired. My back doesn’t do long rides in a vehicle well. 

At least Hound Dog is willing to sit 'sorta' close to him now. As if there's a choice...the truck is small.

We had to detour through some small town so the Old Man could show me where he purchased our propane tank. He said he knew I liked spooky, old houses and this one reminded him of something out of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

He wouldn't let me get out. He didn't want the people to see us and want to gab. Apparently they gave him the creeps. That's the main entrance to the house.
Better view...if there is one, that is. Too cool, huh? People live there?

The long drive back was miserable. Ugh! Another three hours, now cooped up with two dogs, one of which already hates the other. It was made more bearable by stopping at McDonald’s along the way. Pissy doesn’t care how old she gets, and how many other burger joints are around, McDonald’s still rules!

Arrived at my daughter’s about a half an hour early. The Old Man wouldn’t stay, went to Bomgaar’s to find a bed for the new pup, so I was only going to stay for a short while myself.

The birthday girl, my granddaughter, Bailee, with the family Pitbull, Tasha.
This little heart-throb is my grandson, Jakey.
My daughter, Jessie and her boyfriend, Jesse (I tried to talk them into naming Bailee, Jessie when she was born, but they weren't as keen on the idea as I was). Why do guys always 'grab' something in pics? Notice how commonplace this must be. She doesn't even appear to notice. Nice shot!
Me trying to take a pic of us. Yeah, I know I look like shit! Whadda you expect. I've been in and out of a truck all day while it was raining, so Pissy had to put a ponytail in. The hair 'whacked out' on me. What the fuck is going on with the neck lines?! Arrggghhh! Is that what getting old looks like?
I won't be around for Halloween so the kids showed me their costumes. Bailee makes a great Tigger.
Jakey is a lion.
Grandma wants to get in here.
Better get one with their beautiful mom.
One of the two of us together.
Pissy loves her girl. I want to be just like her when I grow up! Ha..ha..
Pic of the birthday cake. This is what $50 buys nowadays. Yikes! What happened to baking your own cake? Gotta admit though, it's pretty neat.

The Old Man didn’t waste much time shopping for the pup, and was ready to pick me up just as the party was beginning. I didn’t get a chance to see my granddaughter open the gift I got her, or watch her blow out her birthday candles, but felt fortunate I did get the time with her I had (I’m not big on crowds of family, and don’t make myself uncomfortable like that anymore). My granddaughter didn’t seem to mind that I had to leave early, gave me a hug and kiss at the door, smiled and said, “See you later, Grandma”, and ran to play with her friends. I left with her kiss still on my cheek and a new pup waiting for me in the truck. My cup truly runneth over Saturday.

The last hour of the day driving home was miserable. We both crawled in the house, fed the animals, and finally gave ourselves a chance to unwind. The Old Man went out to see Sully, and told me later that he let him know there was a new addition to our family. I told him that Sully would want him to be happy, and share his parents with another fortunate dog. This was the last pic I took before downloading photo’s into the computer.

The Old Man and his new 'Boy'.

Our day, and trip had been successful. The Old Man finally seemed at peace with Sully’s death, and was allowing himself to love again. I got to see my grandchildren and daughter. We both retired to bed that night with a smile on our faces…oh, and you know our boys were right there with us.

Just a quick note to let you know how the last two days have progressed. It is now Monday morning, the Old Man is back at work, and I’m alone with the boys. I have had little or no sleep for the last two nights, the new pup quickly went from being called, Bon (his proper name) to Little Man (apparently his new nickname). He should be called ‘whiner’ cause all he does is cry. Or ‘chewy’; both of which are self-explanatory. His is already a big pain in my ‘back’…as he resembles a polar bear cub, and weighs almost as much. It also didn’t take me long to figure out what it was about him that seemed so familiar to me. Have you noticed? He looks just like the dog ‘Marley’ in the movie “Marley and Me”, and I have no doubt that I, too, am going to be saying he is the worst dog in the world. But oh the sweet smell of puppy breath as I’m teaching him how to kiss me when I say the words “Give momma sugar” somehow makes it all worthwhile.