Ok.  Today wasn't a bad day, wasn't a good day either.  It was just your typical day. 

I woke up between 7 and 7:30.  I flipped between Boy Meets World and Charmed while I got ready for work and out the door I went and was at work at 9.  Once at work, I worked on some audits, called some customers, calmed some other customers down...  Pretty much a typical day.  Until...

Mike called me 4 times on my cell.  I couldn't answer because I was on the phone with a customer.  My friend Courtney then told me that I had a phone call inbetween customers, but by the time she was able to tell me, the call was gone.  Yep, you guessed it, it was Mike.  I thought something was wrong with him.  I finally got a hold of him and this is what he says.

"I have 2 dogs in the garage.  A Dalmation and a Jack Russell (turned out to be a Beagle)."  "What do I do?"  Did I mention I have a very quiet, docile cat???

The story goes that Mike was working from home for a little bit and when he was getting ready to leave, he saw 2 dogs poking in our garbage.  They left and he followed them in his car to see where they went.  They didn't appear to go anywhere, except for running across the streets and almost being hit by construction traffic.  Both dogs were very friendly and the Dalmation went into the car, but would not leave with the little Beagle.  So, into the car they both went and into the garage they go and so the phone call I received.  Did I mention the cat?  

Mike called the number on the Dalmation's tag, her name is Dot - very unique, and left them a message.  The Beagle had no name so we called her "Little One."  I came home for lunch at noon and thought about what to do.  I went into the garage with Mike to look at the dogs.  Again, both very friendly and loving; both wanting to be petted and loved.  By the way, I don't think I said that it rained in the morning and I love in the boonies with cornfields and dirt all around.  And yes, you guessed it.  Up went Dot, on my boob, on my white/cream twin set!!!  It's been soaking all day, hopefully the stain comes out.  Oh, and this whole time, the cat is pacing by the garage door. 

Mike took me back to work because his car was in the garage with the doggies and we called neighbors all day with no luck.  We met 2 friends for dinner, but before then we came home to check them.  No little presents were left, just a torn sponge and a couple of ripped rags.  Overall, I was impressed for them being in a strange garage for 6 hours.  We went off to dinner and came back about 1 1/2 hour later.  This time we found someone had gone potty.  But that's all, again impressed. 

We called the phone number again, and got an answer this time.  Mike gave them directions to our house and within minutes, were here to get their dogs.  Apparently, they live on a 10 acre farm, just south of us.  Dot ususally stays on a tie, but if Little One gets away, Dot goes too.  But not the other way around.  Apparently, a point was made to tell us this.  Why?  I have no idea.  They said Thanks and off they went.  No hand shake or name exchange.  Thought this was kinda weird, but whatever.  We cleaned up the potty and went inside. 

Kitty is still in hiding somewhere, and is probably pissed off about the friends we had for part of the day. 

Overall, my typical day was not that typical.

And the last thing I'm going to say is that leash laws apply to everyone,  not just those of us who don't live on a 10 acre farm.