So on Tuesday morning, I took my stepdaughter and her boyfriend out to breakfast. I drove in my Ford Escape, because we were going to stop by the funeral home and pick up the flowers, pictures, and miscellany. From there we stopped at the supportive living facility in my neighborhood to drop off a few of the floral arrangements so that more people could enjoy them. When we got to my home, family friends from Texas were waiting to spend a little time with me before they left for home. My dog Kelvin ran out the front door when someone went in. No problem, he does his business and goes back in, usually. I have the two guys unload the car, and I go in the house to tell them where to place plants and flowers. We all sit and chat for about an hour.
Then it was time to say goodbye. Where is Kelvin? We called for him in the house. Sinking feeling. I don't remember him coming back in! I run outside calling.....
But then I remember seeing him jump into my car. He loves going for a ride, and he took the opportunity to jump in my car. The guys didn't see him in there when they closed it up. We found him in the back seat with a big grin on his face! He had been going for a ride!
