We’re off to Champaign this afternoon, and a surprise awaits Hanni when we arrive. Our friend Brad is picking us up at the train station, taking Hanni to his house and hosting her very first slumber party.
Brad is one of the folks interested in adopting Hanni when she retires, and we thought it might be a good idea for her to have a trial run, stay overnight with him and his animal companions to make sure they all get along. I’ll be staying overnight with other Urbana friends. Without Hanni. Here’s an understatement for you: it will be weird!
I won’t be without Hanni for long, though. Brad and I are meeting at a Champaign coffee shop tomorrow morning, he’ll return Hanni to me, and she and I will head off to visit Westview Elementary School. After that, we’re off to Jane Addams Bookshop to give a 1 pm presentation on how to get a childrens book published. We chose Westview for our morning visit because our great-nephew Kieran goes there. For my sighted blog readers out there, here’s a photo of Kieran. He is the first-born son of Mike’s nephew Aaron, and Mike says Kieran is the cutest kid ever born. I can’t tell. You be the judge!
We all know Hanni is the cutest dog ever born, though. I hear people exclaim “She’s beautiful!” each and every time we take a walk together. Somehow I know the comment is not directed towards me.
A woman from northern Wisconsin recognized my dog’s beauty way back when Hanni was only two years old. Kay met us at a conference where I was speaking; she put dibs on Hanni right then and there. Kay reads my blog from time to time (hi, Kay!) and I want to reassure her I do plan on honoring her position in line –she was the very first to ask to adopt Hanni when she retires, after all. But Tomahawk, Wisconsin is so far away. I might never get to visit Hanni there. So we’re just trying out Plan B, aka Plan Brad. At the very least, it’ll be fun to find out how Hanni likes slumber parties!
I’m signed up to train with a new dog at the Seeing Eye in Morristown this November. We’ll see what happens then. Hanni is ten years old already, but she’s healthy, she’s good in traffic, and she still knows her lefts from her rights. Her tail still wags when I grab her harness off its hook and call her to go outside. Which I have to do right now. It’s time to catch our train!