Sunday afternoon ... at 2:15 pm ... we arrive at the Kennel where Brandy was born to drop her off for a few days (as previously arranged). What do we find? NO ONE HOME! Except for many kennels full of Bernese Mountain Dogs!
What?
Not here?
I TOLD her (via e-mail) we'd be there at 2:00. She said "just e-mail me what time you are going to drop her off" ... my husband says "did you tell her WHICH Sunday"? - well, yes ... Did she confirm with you? well, she said if I don't hear from her it's OK.
So what do we do? We get back in the (fully-loaded-with-vacation-stuff) car and go back home. After trying the phone several times and leaving messages, Birding Dad and I both manage to fall asleep. Him, while playing a video game with Birding Girl ... me while folding laundry on the bed (just lie here and think a minute).
Two hours later when the phone rings ... We're OFF!
Seems the breeder MEANT to send me an e-mail to tell me that they would be at a graduation party between 2 + 4, and to drop her off sooner or later. Problem is ... she wrote it, but forgot to send it!
No real problem. We considered that we both needed the sleep, and didn't miss much Sunday since we were getting there at dinner-time anyway.