The Prodigal Dog

We got our dog back!

She turned up at a farm north of Broadland...we figure she put on about 10 or 12 miles en route to a family's front door.

They took care of her and saw our post on Facebook...one phone call and she was in my car headed home.

She was a little dirty and scratched up, but she looked fatter than the day she got lost...they were feeding her table food.  She is going to expect it now!

The kids were excited and loved her up when they got home.

40 years and 1 day.

I am still trying to soak in the last 40 hours let alone the last 40 years I have been alive on Earth...but it happened. 

I hit 40 yesterday. 

I didn't feel any different, everyone was saying oh, your body will start to fall apart...but actually lately my knee has felt really good.  I am like 3.5 weeks post surgery and my strength is coming back.  I celebrated yesterday by going 40 minutes on the elliptical machine (yeah, no more running...at least for now) tagged on another 40 push ups to my work out.

I had to coach Maxim's hockey team last night and after practice they had a big cupcake cake in the warming room to celebrate.  Nothing better than celebrating your 40th birthday with all your best friends, who happen to be 10 and 11 year olds.

The one sad note of the last 5 days is my dog is missing.  Lilly took off on Sunday night and it was my fault.  Steph wanted to throw away some pumpkins and I thought it would be more fun to put the pumpkins in the field across from our house and let the boys shoot them with a shotgun.

I know it sounds stupid that a hunting dog is gun shy, but when our dog is at home and she hears a loud noise, she freaks out...if she is in the house she hides under a bed...if she is outside she runs.

That was 4 days ago...

I keep looking out the window expecting to see her waiting at the door.