Boat trip next week...

But we don't know when we'll leave.

Did I already write about this?

We were scheduled to leave tomorrow, but Number One Son's baseball team is in first place and the playoffs are Sunday afternoon.

Sooo, if his team loses, we leave early Monday morning. If they WIN, the championship game is Tuesday night and we leave Wednesday morning. DH is dying a little inside, because he can't wait to go.

I am rooting for the home team. They're playing a team they've beaten twice before. I would LOVE his team to win.

I can wait for the trip, even though it means we miss Canada Day and my favorite crafts fair in Kingston, ON. I will be said to miss the Tie-Dye guy, but I'll live.

And, besides being exciting for NOS (Number One Son), it would mean 2 less days to board the geriatric dog, and 2 more days that I can work.

Speaking of the geriatric dog, I took him to the vet today for his rabis shot and the vet found a mass in his spleen. Without doing bloodwork, there's no way to know if it's cancerous, or benign, or something affects part of the spleen or other organs.

Desmond is almost 14. He's not in any pain, but he's lost 12 pounds this past year. He spends his days in the back yard by the deck, or sleeping by the foot of my bed, or on a dog pillow in the laundry room because he sometimes poops. Yes, he's old.

But sometimes he still thinks he's a puppy and gets all silly if he thinks you might take him for a walk. And he's so gentle, and thinks he's a lap dog.

But he's almost 14 and the life expectancy for a lab mix is 11-13.

Sigh.