Balloons, Beer and a Bad Dog

Last night was quite the night. I started out my evening with a group of friends and we headed to the annual St. Louis Balloon Glow. It's such a neat event when all the balloons that are a part of the balloon race, gather together for an evening of socialness and glowtime. There's funnel cake, there's crazy people who bring their candles and tables and camp out...and I think I even heard an auctioneer. Then, a loud alarm goes off, and all the balloons fire it up and they glow. That alarm happens about every 10 minutes I think. It's amazing. Everyone should experience it, at least once in their lifetime.

After commensing the socialness at a local bar after the glow, it was time to call it an evening and I headed home. Much to my surprise when I walked in the door...I found that Cooper, while in his new kennel, pushed out the plastic black part that he sits on...and attempted to dig me a basement. That's right. I have a 5"x5" HOLE in my carpeting now where his anxiety got the best of him.

So today, I had to walk down to the office and let them know that I have a dog. Pay the deposit that I will never see again, and scheduled an appointment for maintenance to come out and fix it. I'm hoping and praying it's not an additional cost.

Also today, I bought medicine for Cooper so he doesn't have anxiety when I leave. Cross your finger, I really do not want to be confined to my home.