I'm leaving my grandma Flo's house, along with some of my siblings and their children. We load a lot of kids into my truck, then realizing that there isn't room for my dogs. I call them inside, into her living room, and get ready to settle them down into their beds for departure. Minda is in there, and I explain that I have to leave them here and come back and get them, and I hope that grandma, who is asleep in her bedroom, won't be too surprised when she wakes up.

Seems like I have to drive all the way out to Newberg, and then back here to get my dogs, before work.