Somewhere between now and then, don't know how, but time totally evaporated and I am behind the eight ball. To make matters worse, I can't find the rest of the balls. I suppose I could blame it on the girls but Xena is afraid of balls and Rozie just cannot be bothered. On occasions when I have attempted to played "fetch" Rozie looks at me as if to say "well now that was stupid, pick it up." My sweet wonderful goldens have taught me so much about life, fetching is not fun, happiness is a nap, and housework sucks and I say, amen.