Ha! I bet you thought I was going to write about the Oscars & how much I thought Sandra Bullock looked amazing the other night. Fooled you.

For the past two days B & I have been attending a conference (put on by a family member) that is all about career stuff. We learned lots of things! More on that later! In the interim, B, might I give you some feedback? (Ha! Inside joke! Fooled you again!)

Anyway, the first day of the conference our neighbors very kindly helped us out by letting RB hang out with them and their adorable dog, taking him on walks & generally allowing us to spend a very long time out of the house. The second day however we decided to utilize on of those yuppy Doggie Daycare facilities, wherein we pay money to allow our dog to run around all. day. long. with a zillion other dogs in his size, and hopefully not even notice that we were not there for the good times. This place is quite nice, but also quite yuppie, but they have a very well regarded kenneling facilities that we hope to use for a few of our vacations. With a shelter dog we didn’t think that just waiting until we were jetting off for a week, and then dropping him off at some scary place for a five days -tata for now sucker- would bode well for his fragile canine brain. Thus came the big plan to utilize the doggie daycare a few times between now & then to get him used to the idea that, dude, we are coming back. Pinky swear.

This particulary doggie daycare has a webcame that allows you to watch the dogs all day if you so desire. I told my Mom about this, offering to send her the link, and I think her general response was “What? You are spending money on what? They have a web-cam? Sorry. No. Just, no.” B’s parents were slightly more indulging polite about it and said, sure, why not, send the link. We can take a peek.

We picked up an exhausted (and hungry) RB up last night, the little beagle who refused to eat his food all day, and got his report card. He made a new friend, Jameson (B was very proud indeed) wanted to sit in the laps of the caretakers, and was polite & well mannered. FTW!

This morning however I got an email from my Mother In Law. She informed me that while she was busy all day working, my Father In Law, Mr. Tough & Gruff, was enthralled with watching the dog all day. He inquired often about what RB was doing, going so far as to move a computer near him so he could pay attention. He reported on his happening and goings on (RB was particular to a large playhouse in the play yard, sitting at the front door & observing all the action) and determined he’d take a nap when the dog’s took their nap (noon!) and as my MIL said, “Please get that dog out here for a visit before he explodes” as my FIL has begun working on RB’s Easter Basket.

That sound you hear? Is my heart melting. And checking for loose change under the couch, because darn, the cost of buying a great relationship with your FIL has gotten expensive. Dumb yuppies. Gremlin dog! Muahaha.