When you come home, you might find something missing. Yesterday Mark and I took Oreo to the pound. He hadn't been doing well for a long time. Mom and Dad finally decided that it was time to put him down. So they told Mark that once they were gone on their trip that he could take care of Oreo for them. I highly doubt that it would have gotten done if left up to Mom - she would have cried too many tears :) Rachel called the pound to find out if they would take him and what we needed to give to them. The pound said that they needed Oreo's medical records and owner consent. Mark went to the vet to get the records, but we didn't have any proof that the owner, Mom, wanted him put down. So we devised a plan to trick the pound. I went to the pound with Mark and pretended that I was the one that called. When they asked if the owner had given us consent we said yes and told them to call the house to confirm. Rachel answered the phone and told the pound that she was Mom and that she gave consent. It worked out perfectly.
So Oreo is gone from the house and, by now, most likely gone for good. Sorry to any that wanted to say goodbye to him, but I'm sure that you'll get over it soon :) When we got home from the pound, Mark went and happily cleaned the backyard for the last time. I called the carpet cleaners and they are coming tomorrow to clean the front/family/play rooms, the stairs, and the couches in the front/family rooms. Right now the boys are in the process of reorganizing the books from all the upstairs rooms. We needed to move the bookcases anyways for the big rearranging of the house project that we are doing while Mom and Dad are gone. Once they're done with that, we'll empty all the rooms that are being cleaned and try to move furniture to their new rooms. I'm sensing that this project of rearranging the house is going to take a while and that we are going to be sore and tired come next week. Wish us luck!
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I know that there should be tears in my eyes after reading this...and there are; I couldn't stop laughing after reading the line "So we devised a plan to trick the pound."
I couldn't stop laughing either! It's a little sad that Oreo is gone....but not really. Mom's been waiting him to die for a long time now - now she really has bought her last bag of dog food! That whole experience of Rachel pretending to be mom cracked me up!
"Reorganizing the books"??? "rearranging of the house"??? "move furniture to their new rooms"??? "big rearranging project"???
I'm getting nervous!!!!!!!
Dad
I woke up this morning with this horrible thought: Knowing how you girls can manipulate the pound, I am even more worried for Robert.
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