I've made it back to the US and miracles of miracles, my bag showed up as well with everything intact. Thankgod!
My "kids" were super happy to see me, as I was to see them, though I'm sure they re-thought that feeling the following day when they all got baths cause they stunk. You see, I have the best husband in the world, he works hard, he spoils me rotten, and best of all he loves and cares for all my animals. However, he is a typical man, so when I walked into my house on Thursday I was not at all surprised at the mess that greeted me. Now, the house was not super clean when I left, we had both been working so hard for the last month, me getting ready for my trip and he for a tradeshow, there hadn't been much time for anything but basic cleaning. But when I walked in the house after being gone for two weeks, the dogs were happy and well fed, the bird yelled at me from his cage (bratt) and the bunnies came hopping out of the their dens all of them glad that "Mom" was home once again to care for them.
I remember when I was young, and my Mom would leave for a "Girls Weekend" with her friends. My brother and I loved being with dad, he didn't care about curfews, we ate what we wanted, and I'm sure he let the house go, though I don't exactly remember. While we had fun, it was always reasuring when my Mom came home and things got back on track. My zoo I'm sure feels the same way, dad doesn't care if they bark at the neighbors, they get to eat all kinds of fun people food, and basically get to run wild while I'm gone. Then like this weekend, I get home and wash all the dog beds, clean all the dog bowls, sweep and mop the floors, clean cages, and everyone sighs in contentment while they snuggle up in clean comfy beds. It's fun with "Dad", but "Mom's" home at last!
