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February 15th, 2006We’re back in the States and tired and buried by laundry. Being with Leta again is so wonderful. She’s learned a bunch of new words and she seems to have grown. Her teeth look bigger. I didn’t think being away from her would be so difficult.
We’ve got hundreds and hundreds of photos to get through (hopefully I’ll post another batch tonight) and about two hundred tons of laundry. I miss Amsterdam already, but I’m glad to get kisses and hugs from my little girl. o
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Welcome home, you guys. Can’t wait to hear about it.
So glad you had a safe trip!
Yay! You’re back. I can’t wait to hear the stories.
Glad you guys had a great trip. I loved checking out your pics while you were there, and can’t wait to see more.
The Armstrongs Returneth!
Glad to hear your trip was great, and glad you’re home again, safe & sound – and that Leta has decided to return to you, instead of choosing the path of world domination through Avon sales…. she’s still got time for that. Now is the time for play & fabulous pigtails.
Oh that’s great ya’ll are home safe and sound…. can’t wait to hear about the trip and about Leta’s adventures too!
Welcome back to the US of A. Glad you guys had a great trip. While you were gone our Vice President shot someone, but other than that, nothing’s new.
How did your meetings with the Amsterdam blog people go?
HOORAY! Was actually worried about the Armstrongs making it back, with all the trouble in the northeast with snow/airport closures.
Coming home to Leta must have been wonderful. Sometimes it’s good to get away, just to be overwhelmed when you return by how much you missed your kiddo!!!
A mere four days and her teeth look bigger? They probably are;)! Amazing how fast kids grow.
I remember the first time I was away from my first baby. I had moments of elation at the thought of not being woken in the night, alternating with that horrible ache in the heart because I missed her so much. I could smell her even though she wasn’t there.
I’m shamelessly sharing my new blog link with you. It’s called Shut The Fuq Up http://shutthefuqup.blogspot.com/
I just started it today. Perhaps you had a Shut The Fuq Up moment on your trip that you could share with us?
Welcome home:)!
Welcome back! I’ve been very impressed with how often each of you popped up with short posts and photos, and look forward to seeing and hearing more.
If I’m away from my daughter for just the weekend (which I am every other weekend when she goes to her father’s), she looks bigger when she comes home.
But those hugs and kisses are the sweetest. Enjoy!
Welcome Home! Enjoyed reading about your trip while you were there.
Yay! Welcome home. I figured it would be som wonderful to see little Leta Bonita. I imagine you just want to swallow her whole with excitement. Was she as excited to see you, or did she want to continue on eating Disney candy, Doritos and McDonald’s hash browns?
I can’t wait to see the pictures and I’m SO glad that you guys had a great time.
Welcome home Blurb, it’s always nice to get away, but even better to get your feet back on home soil.
Sounds like you guys had a great trip, and I can’t imagine how hard it was to leave Leta and how good it was to see her. Mine is only 4 months old, and I’ve yet to leave her.
Although, I’m sure it’s not as easy to sleep off JetLag with Chuckles and Leta jumpin all over you!
I don’t normally make comments from Dooce over here, but I am SO relieved that ya’ll found Chuck. I teared up when reading Heather’s post, and usually only the movie Beaches can do that.
My husband and I had lost one of our dogs last year for 2 weeks. Thank god we microchipped him, but he still spent 6 days in the DC animal shelter before they called us. I still feel guilty about that.
Welcome home to all the Armstrong family.
OMG!!! What a horrible phone call to receive while you are out of the country! I’m so glad you got the news that Chuck was safe before you came home.
Last year my husband’s mother suddenly died and when we got the call in the middle of the afternoon, we bundled up our two dogs and took them to a friend’s house since we didn’t know how long we would be gone. We deposited them in her back yard, left her a note, and set off across the state.
Well, my small dog, Carlos, did not think this was such a swell idea and immediately dug underneath the fence and headed home.
When I returned the next evening, tired and wrung-out, my friend met me at her door with the news my dog was missing. I just collapsed into tears.
We put out flyers, searched the neighborhood (in between driving back and forth to the funeral), and cried. I was so worried. Was he injured? Sick? Alone? Hungry?
A week passed and I was inconsolable. We had called the animal shelter and all the local vets. Nothing.
Finally I decided to call all the local groomers. Carlos is a small foo-foo dog with a mop af black curly hair that had tangles in it from his journeys through the woods surrounding our farm.
On the third phone call, I hit paydirt. One of the groomer’s clients had brought in a dog like that last week that she had found. She gave me the woman’s name and phone number and I called, but the line was busy. So I looked up her address, which was in a town about 15 miles away, and found directions to her house on MapQuest.
We drove up to her house, jumped out of the car, and ran up and knocked on the door. A very nice lady opened it and out ran Carlos.
“That’s my dog!” I yelled, scooped him up, and received several kisses all over my face.
It turns out that she had found him the same day he escaped from my friend’s yard and he had been living the Life of Riley the whole time he was gone.
“He only wants to eat table scraps,” she said.
Well, yeah– if he can get away with it.
So glad about Chuck; when I first started reading Dooce today, I immedately burst into tears and then got queasy. Why am I so invested in this? No clue but we will be leaving our Gus for a week soon and are dithering over leaving him at the vet where we know he is locked up but unhappy, or having someone take care of him at home.
Happy endings are so nice.
SO relieved to hear that Chuck is okay. I, like Laurie, got tears in my eyes over the thought of him being missing. The “lost dog” poster was too close to the bottom of the site – I had to race to the end, just to make sure he was found.
I would absolutely lose my mind if I lost my Poo Woo. I totally understand Heather’s distress. Congrats on the safe return.
glad you had fun in Amsterdam! (I live near Amsterdam, and I think it’s cool to see you guys were actualy quite near, and see photos of things I see regular
I’m glad that you had a good trip and I can’t wait to see your pictures.
I’m glad that Chuck was found. Thank goodness for his collar.
Hi guys,
I have never commented before now (I had to set up an account just to send this one). Ok, first things first, Glad your home, glad Chuck is home, and glad Leta didn’t become an Avon graduate while you were gone.
The reason for my post is this; I’m starting a business and wanted some feedback, so I sent a post to an organization that I belong to for some advice about licensing, insurance, how to get a web site etc. It was a very nice post, friendly, professional, and inquisitive. I think I may have gotten 35-40 responses. Well, upon reading them, you guys popped in my head. I didnít need to know who thought it was a stupid idea, or whose friend tried it and failed miserably, therefore deeming it BAD. If they didnít like the idea, why did they respond? Why donít they start their own business with these brilliant ideas they seem to have, that are apparently much better than mine? Why didnít they just delete it? Donít get me wrong, I did receive some wonderful advice too.
But, the funny thing is, I could for the first time, relate to what Heather is always saying, ìIf you donít like it, donít read it.î
Now, more than ever, I couldnít agree with her more!!!! Iíd set up a file called ìThe invalids have something to sayî and post them all!!!
Iím going to add your little tag line with my next post ìComments that suck wonít be posted. Donít suckî ÖÖ.That totally sums it up.
Charity
I emailed Heather and mentioned that when I read about Chuck, I couldn’t breathe. It was really upsetting, and I can’t imagine how it must have felt to y’all. I now take Belle to daycamp for boarding when I go away, expensive tho’ it is, because I feel that she’s safer from these things than at anybody’s house, no matter how much they love her.
Can’t wait to see more photos. I’ve really enjoyed the few you’ve already posted. BTW, as a “mommy” and rescuer of four dogs, yes, four (although I vow we’ll never again have four dogs until a dog comes along that does not require teeth cleaning, flea and tick medication, food, chew toys, etc.) We went away once and got a call from a trusted neighbor that my four year old son’s box turtle was missing. (Not that I was in any way as attached to the turtle as we are our dog-kids) But my son did love that turtle. To soothe him on the way home from the Caribbean we made up a story about how his turtle probably went off and found a mommy turtle and built a turtle home and probalby had turtle babies. It worked until a year later when he walked up and handed me a flattened disk about 8 inches across and said “Uh, mom, I think I found my turtle.” Seriously. Anyway, happy everyone is home, safe and sound. Will Chuck be posting any photos of his side trip?
I’m so relieved to hear that Chuck is okay. Please make sure you guys do something nice for the kid that took care of him. There are only certain kinds of people who are willing to care for a stray dog they way he did.