This weekend, 2 very nice middle aged beagles found their way to a wonderful new home. Generally, not an unusual thing in my world, but Lewis and Clark are different. They were found wandering together in the woods over a year ago and the rescue tried earnestly to keep them together but gave up and placed Lewis by himself -- twice. Both times he came back, insonsolable without his pal Clark. They were not in my rescue, but were across the country in North Carolina, where their foster mom was beginning to give up hope that they'd ever get a home. On a whim and with the most hope I could muster, I had Clark (Lewis was trying out his second home at the time) added to our rescue's website here in CA. Within a week, a wonderful woman had called me and I'd thought for sure that it would be too much effort to get them home, that she'd wait for a dog nearby.

Not so. She was in love with Clark when she called me, that has no wavered since. When she heard that Lewis was coming back and could join them, she was ecstatic. We had tried to send them back from Ohio with me earlier this month but it didn't work out so their new mom just did it. She booked a flight and went to pick them up this weekend. They met Saturday, I hear it was love at first sight for all involved. They all made it home yesterday and the guys were busy checking out their new home. I'm proud to be part of finding their way home.

Yesterday, I had a hockey game and was thrilled to see Nadine and Bob enjoying some fine snack bar food before we hit the ice. When I took out a (much larger than me) guy, I thought the cheering seemed louder than just those two but I didn't think too much of it. Besides I was busy trying to get away from the guy I knocked over. After the game (another disappointing loss for the Cones-- us, 3, Lightning 9), I was stunned to see my brother there. I'd asked him to come but he's been incognito for months and I didn't really think he'd make it. As I was leaving the ice, there he was, waiting for me, I got a huge loopy grin on my face and rushed over to see him. It didn't matter that we lost (though it usually doesn't to me, I celebrate things like not falling down and not losing consciousness) but that he was there. As he says "very cool."