I just returned from a five day trip back to Georgia.  One of the reasons for going back was our annual “March Angel” birthday lunch at the Sundial restaurant in downtown Atlanta.  Nan and Donna, two friends of mine, and I all have March birthdays so several years ago, we started our tradition.  This year was particularly interesting.  A convention was being held at the Westin, which is where the restaurant is located.   It was Fur Fest……an assemblage of people who like to dress as animals.  It was an interesting group of people, from the fellow with the multicolored tail coming out of his pants, to the guy with very large, very expensive looking bear feet.  I looked at their website and noted that their guest of honor was Yippee Coyote.  Their schedule of events ran the gamut, from a session on personal finance and discussions of the federal budget, debt ceiling, and eurozone crisis to a fursuit dance competition to a poker tournament.  Some of the guest speakers were Doctor Fox, Electropaw,  Lazer Hyena, Tiger Nick, and Tyr Kangaroo.  I can’t help but wonder at what point in life does one decide to dress as an animal.  Do you wake up one day and think “hmm, I think I’ll put on a big fake horse head today.”  I admit, I do wake up some days longing for a doggy door, but I’ve yet to want to dress as if I need to USE a doggy door.

Speaking of animals, the REAL ones, I wondered how the pups would do going back to their old home.  I have discovered they are wonderful car travelers.  I never hear a peep from them the entire drive!  It was a different story once we got to the house.  They remembered to use the doggy door (yessss!) and seemed to go with the flow for a while.  Then, when we went to bed, Krystal started with the lectures again.  

Krystal:  Sooooo……what are we doing back here???

Me:  We’re just here for a few days.  Don’t you like being back here?

Casey:  smile, wag, wag, wag…….

Krystal:  Would you please just make up your mind???!!!  Get me up on the bed….

Me:  Ok, guys….let’s go to sleep.

Five minutes later….

Krystal:  I need to get down now.  A little help please???

Me:  Oh, ya wanna sleep down there?  Here ya go!  Goodnight….

Ten minutes later…..

Krystal:  Get me back up now….ya know if we were back at the apartment, I wouldn’t have so much trouble with this…….

Me:  I know, I know….. Ok….goodnight….

Another ten minutes pass….

Krystal:  Gotta get down again.  Come over here and put me on the floor.   I think I’ll pee on her new carpet just to show her….

I didn’t hear that last comment until it was too late.

Another ten minutes, repeat….and over, and over, and……

Let’s just say we didn’t get much sleep.

Well, Casey did.