back to the rat race

hey everyone i'm back.

sorry i didn't have anything set up for when i was gone but that takes more planning than i'm capable of right now.

so i plan on writing about my trip back to PA later, but for now i thought i would share a story about my return.  i can't tell you how happy i was to get off that plane.  i was happy about it... my little in utero bambino was happy about it... we were happy about it.  the best part; seeing JD.  it has been at least 4 years since we have traveled apart and i'm grateful for that.

as i came up the stairs from the airport tram, there he was smiling and cute.  i blushed.  it was wonderful to be back in his arms.  we made our way to the baggage carousel and we stood with his arms around us (the bean and i) waiting for for our bags to magically shoot out on to the belt.

while we were waiting JD told me of our families latest accomplishment.  it seems that while i was gone Mr. Ginkgo learned that he could hunt and very proudly brought his fresh kill, a rat, to the porch to show us his personal victory. that was the good part of the story.  the bad part, is that JD didn't know that Gink had put a rat on the porch and he left the pups out.  before he could get outside to do anything both dogs had rolled in and on the dead rat and munched as much as possible.  needless to say, i was very happy to have missed not only this part of the story but the baths and sick puppies that were a result of the rat find.

the night after my return, right before bed, Ginkgo was making quite a racket in the mud room trying to show me something.  at the time i thought he just wanted a little treat or more food so i dismissed his meowing and went to bed.  at some point in the wee hours of the morning there was quite a disturbance in the house (which at the time we thought was the cat playing).  the disturbance caused both dogs to run, no sprint, from the bedroom barking.  JD shut the whole operation down pretty quickly and directed everyone back to bed.

that night, i don't think Rainier slept from that moment on.  she was continuously walking up and down the hall whining.  oh i was seriously going to kill her.  no matter how much we directed her to lay down, within minutes she was back out to the living room whining.  i even closed the door and that didn't stop the whining.

we awoke the next morning with little to no sleep and quite the grumpy attitude.  as i was putting breakfast together Rainier continued her whining at the front door.  finally JD had, had enough.  he went to her and begged her to show him what all the racket was about.  he began to move the few items we have behind the door out of the corner.  my yoga mats were moved, then the pups chuck-it, and then... it became clear why Rainier was whining.  there in the corner, behind the stuff, was one dead little mouse.  it seems that the racket the night before was our killer Ginkgo getting that little mouse he had been trying to tell me about the night before.  Rainier and all her whining were just trying to alert us to the dead little body hidden in the corner. 

the little mouse made it's way into the trash outside and things returned to normal inside.  it's too bad we didn't figure out our pet's language the night before, we could have gotten more sleep.  but next time let's hope we will know better.

i think Gink was all... "Welcome home mom... here's a little mouse present just for you."  thoughtful don't you think?  ha.