Actually, two serious things happened:
First off, Joey FINALLY caught a frisbee for the first time ever. She typically just lets it smack her in the head or she tries to catch it with her paws like she's a person or something. But yesterday, she straight up caught it in her mouth, out of the air, and I almost cried like a proud mom should.
|I just caught this.|
I also happened to check in at the dog park with this picture, so when a random stranger happened to be flipping through the pictures taken at Fleet Peoples, he stumbled upon that picture up there and thought it was his dog. The following conversation ensued:
Guys, I FOUND JOEY'S SISTER. I didn't want to be all rude and just blast his name all over my blog, because, I mean, millions of readers, but if you go to my Instagram page you can figure it out, which makes crossing out the name pointless, but whatever. Internet etiquette or something. IRREGARDLESS. I'm 75,000 times more excited about this than any person should ever be about something not related to winning the lottery. I told Joey about it and she licked my nose, which I took as "Mom, you're not crazy, I'm just as excited as you are about this."
I will most likely film a reunion and it will be the most important story Oprah ever tells. Obviously. I'm now on a mission to hunt down the entire litter for the best puppy play date of all time. So, if you see anybody with a dog who looks like Joey walking around Orlando, don't warn them that a crazy girl is looking for them.
Annnd, in other pet news, my oldest babe turns 3 today!
Enjoy your Thursday, dudes. I have t-shirts to make for the canine family reunion. This is how people end up with restraining orders, isn't it?