Dachshunds on the Loose

Last weekend, Saturday around noon, I came across a couple of Dachshunds running across a busy five lane road.  It was a really busy road on that day, because UA's Crimson Tide was going to play Texas A&M.  Everyone was out getting their errands out of the way in time for the game, and this was the reason I was out too.  So, seeing these guys running amok in traffic alarmed me, and I made it my personal quest to corral the Dachshunds away from the road, and to catch them, so I could return them to their owner.  It took at least an hour, and I know I looked like a crazy lady.  I am in jeans, running against traffic, trying to get to the pups, before they get to the road again.  I made it, and I am not embellishing, I made it just as their little paws were about to step out in front of a truck.  I stomped real hard, because that was all the time I had, and luckily it turned them in the other direction.  At this point, I was invested, because, well, everyone looked at me as the crazy lady running into the direction of traffic, and I had to prove to myself I was not crazy.  Yes, I am still working on that one.  Anyways,  I finally got the little rascals rounded up, and got them home with the help of my husband.  I put up a crate in the back yard, and they curled up and went to sleep in the crate.  They looked so tired, and they were truly wonderful pups.  So, my husband and I decided to ride around the local neighborhoods to search for lost and found signs, since we did not find anything electronically.  In an amazing turn of events, we actually found a sign in one of the neighborhoods with the pups mugs on it, and the right phone number.  I did not mention the tag had a wrong number on it.  This person had just moved to Alabama, and was beside herself knowing her pups were lost with a tag and a wrong number on the tags.  This brought back memories of when my dogs dug out of the back yard, and I had just moved too.  My dogs tags were wrong, and the lady who found my dogs went the extra mile to find me.  It felt really good to reunite the pups with their owner.  Sometimes, you will get put out if you want to do nice things, but the rewards of showing you care outweigh anything else including a college football game.

Green Rimmed Glasses

As I was walking from the car through the parking lot to the grocery store, I ran across a pair of green rimmed glasses.  I walked past them, then turned around and went back.  I picked them up, and they did not have a scratch on them.  It was really weird, but I went ahead and took them in the grocery store.  I waited at customer service, and then handed them over as I told the lady I found them in the parking lot.  She smiled really big and said thanks.  I have no idea whose glasses they were, and I am hoping by simply picking them up and handing them in, someone else was able to get their glasses back, and without a scratch.  It is so easy to do nice things, and all it takes is a little attention.  When I first walked past them, I wrote them off as plastic cheap sunglasses.  When I picked them up, I realized they were nice glasses.  I hope all works out well for whomever lost them, and I hope it makes a difference a stranger cares about this person's well being.

Texas Hold'em Turbo Tournament

Last week I was in Vegas, and I found myself enrolled in a Texas Hold'em Turbo Tournament.  There were eleven of us, and the dealer.  Being brand new to this type of game play, I was terrified.  I am not sure why I was so scared, but I think it has something to do with it being new and walking on unfamiliar ground.  I sat next to the dealer on his right side, and I put my card out showing me the different ways to win, and I also announced I was new to the tournament game.  A couple of the people at the table smiled and said they would never admit to something like that.  The dealer proceeded to teach me how to properly play.  He gave me lessons right at the table during break on how to look at my cards, because I was struggling, and he corrected me if I went out of turn.  He also told me to splash the chips more, because I was too neat.  He was a super nice guy.  Then the dealers switched out more than once, and I got settled in, and I won a hand on a couple of eights.  My heart was pounding so hard, and I said so at the table.  By this time, the table was use to me, and everyone laughed heartily and said their hearts would have been pounding too.  It was a fun game.  I am unsure as to how far I was when I was eliminated, and I think maybe fourth or fifth.  I was kinda proud of this.  I did not expect to win, but I did expect to get eliminated first, so this was a pleasant surprise.  The players and dealer made this a fun game for me.  I only played once, because I just wanted to get my feet wet.  Maybe one day, I will play a tournament again.  We'll see.