Barley's First Road Trip

Yes, I am indeed still alive.  Busy and stressed, but alive.

Beer and cooking seem to dominate what little free time I have.  Little free time.  Quite frankly I've been taking too much time not working on my current show and am starting to get a little stressed out.  Of course it never helps that despite asking weeks ago for a list or rehearsal pieces they would like to use, I keep getting piecemeal emails from the stage manager asking for items to use the next evening.  It'd be cakewalk if the emails came before 11pm at night. the theater wasn't an hour drive away or I didn't have to work a 9 to 5.

This weekend we spent nearly twelve hours in  the car for a sort of family barbeque...sadly a small faction of the family was unable to attend, despite having sent large volumes of emails back and forth vetting the veiw available dates we all had months ago.  But hey, life happens.  They were missed.

But Barley made it.  Eight months old and without a kennel she travled via car to Milwaukee.  She only barked at motorcycles...and the cashier at the fast food window.  But the kindl ycashier did treat her to a dog biscuit, despite the bark. 

After a few hours of frantic window watching, she eventually passed out in the back seat.  Ross has a lot of dog hair to vacuum up. 

She warmed up to her new surroundings very quickly.  Partially thanks to the pig's ear from Grandma, I'm sure.

And big sticks always help.  She was a very happy camper.

We're all safe and sound back home now, And I've got a ton of work left to do before some dear dear friends descend upon us next weekend.  Too much work. 

It's all worth it, right?