Triple Play

Back to Sunday... The Mother's Day/Birthday/Anniversary bonanza.

Top philanthropist, Lisa, sponsored me in the triathlon

#1 fan, Mom, cheered me on at the triathlon

Met Dad for lunch

Evening cookout changed to take-out for the Mother's Day at our house due to rain and laziness.

Totally spoiled by my way too generous family and friends. Thanks for all my gifts!!

Called police because there was a group of 19-22 year olds punching each other in the front yard of a neighbor's home**

**Three squad cars came racing down the street and parked in front of my house and walked over to their's. It was quite a show for the dinner-party guests.

So exciting, in fact, that Molly, my very attractive (think Jessica Rabbit) friend of 33 years -though you'd never know it because she looks so young, had an asthma attack. I hit redial on my phone and soon another show of sirens and lights entertained the dinner guests. OK, that part I made up. She is allergic to dogs, started to have an asthma attack, didn't have her inhaler, but calmly and efficiently got herself and her family out of my crazy, dog-infested house in time to avoid a call to EMS. She couldn't have looked more beautiful if she'd spent the day at a dog-free spa. (How'd I do, Molly?)

After the cake was served, the guests had gone home, Lisa's purse had been discovered on the dining room floor, and the kids were nestled in their beds, Bill and I returned to the kitchen to discover that Astro had jumped up on the counter and face planted into my remaining cake. We were not pleased but quickly wiped the chocolate frosting off his eyebrows and buckled up for the inevitable indigestion.

Perhaps his immune system has been built up to fight chocolate toxins because there were no ill effects the first night. In fact, he was so concerned about maintaining his figure that he went for a 30 minute jog the next day.

He escaped when Lisa came to retrieve her forgotten purse. Note to self, lock door so Lisa can't open it herself next time. ha!

During the 30 or so minutes he was racing around the neighborhood completely ignoring my "Astro Come!" calls, an animal control truck rolled down the street and paused in front of my house. Did I mention I had just seen my Fight Club neighbor driving away? Fortunately, the dog catcher never saw Astro and I eventually caught up to his exhausted, muddy, wet body and hauled him into the shower.

He went on to disgorge the contents of his stomach seven times but has since made a full recovery. I highly recommend the Pet Spot Bot.