Over the weekend there was one little humorous incident. We have a small poodle mix, technically called a peekapoo. Probably the manliest breed name ever, right behind labradoodle and yorkiepoo. Yikes.
Anyway, his name is Chip and at nights he will tireless chase this little stuffed monkey toy he has. Dad came back from Georgia and we all wanted to watch a show together. Every 30 seconds, Chip would whine, wanting somebody to throw his chew toy so he could chase it and bring it back. Dad, who usually sits in the chair closest to Chip's loot stash area thing. Dad, growing tired of the game, would reach down and grab the monkey without looking, and toss it casually behind him.
Well, inevitably, Dad reached down for the toy, only to grab Chip by the throat and attempt to throw him down the hall! He didn't hurt him, but it was kinda funny because we all happened to be watching at the exact moment Dad reached down and grabbed Chip. After a few seconds Dad said "Whoops, I thought I had his monkey chew toy!"
All is well though. Plus, quick status update on my mission. Last I heard, my information should be in Salt Lake, so now its a waiting game to find out what Salt Lake reports back. Of course I'll post an update when I hear something more definitive. Good night!