I sure spoke too soon.  I had called by brother this morning to ask him if he wanted to do something.  And even though he didn't answer, he did call me back later in the day.  We decided to go get something to eat at either Cheesecake Factory or Rock Bottom Brewery.  When I got over there, first thing I went to do was check on Misty.  They put her outside at night because she can't control her urination anymore.  In fact, they said that a few weeks ago she was drinking from the water bowl and urinating at the same time.  My brother drugged himself late last night because he couldn't sleep, and slept straight through to noon.  Thus, the dog was still outside.  I went out there and found her nestled up against the wall under the bushes, likely to keep cool.  My brother said the misters weren't working, otherwise he would have left them on for her to keep her cool.  I called her name and she didn't move.  I saw the pool noodle there next to her, and she didn't move when I moved it, or poked her with it.  I thought she would get up.  Her eyes were open, and she was breathing.  She just didn't move.  I went inside and talked to my brother, and he said she hadn't eaten in two days.  I asked why she wasn't inside in the AC and he stated it was because she's been urinating inside (since she doesn't move) and he had slept in so late that morning.  I picked her up and brought her in, but when I laid her down she didn't move from the position I laid her in.  My brother went to give her water, and she was drinking it, but when she was done, she would rest her face in the bowl.  So I had to quickly pick it up and take it away.  I tried to call my mom (and have been for the last few hours), but to no avail.  Her phone is likely turned off, or she is in a remote area in Illinois or Wisconsin for the family reunion.  I told my brother that we have to take her somewhere, but he stated that my mom said to leave her.  He agreed with me, and I called my Dad who agreed with me.  So I called Banfield, the hospital which I have always taken Tigger since I adopted him.  Although lately I had problems with them, and in fact called to complain to the manager, I felt comfortable going there.  Bad choice.  I told the manager, Kelly, the situation and I'm sure she knew me from Tigger.  But when I got there, the fuckhead at the counter said he had no rooms available and to go to the Emergency clinic.  I told him that I had just talked to Kelly and she told me to come there, and he could clearly see that Misty had been done for, and needed to be taken care of, but that didn't seem to matter.  We drove back the direction from which we came to go to the emergency clinic.  They were very kind there, and did a great job.  They took her weight (about 18 pounds I think), and the doctor came and explained the process (an overdose of anestesia).  It took all of 15 seconds, but she was stressed no more.  She was clearly out of it mentally.  In fact, the only time she seemed to pay attention was when she was almost woken up (even though she was already awake).  You'd see her eyes get wide and she was there for a second like she was like "what the hell is going on", but then it was back into dreamland or whereever she was mentally.  All she did was breath.  When I put her in my back seat, her head would just drop because she didn't have the energy to support it.  I apologized to her for all the teasing I did with her (she ate crap, and outlived Le Mutt whose loss took a bit of me).  We made amends, and that was it.  She had a good life.  She moved to AZ from Florida (my sister had her, but took poor care of her).  She was diagnosed with heartworm, which is a major problem in Florida.  My dad flew her back here and had her treated.  It was costly for him, but he did the right thing.  Just like now, although it was nowhere near as costly, I feel I did the right thing.  I don't know if it was right to pick up the tab of $80 for my family at Cheesecake Factory afterwards, but such is life.  I didn't even eat anything there.  It was pretty much all alcohol (and I drank a strawberry lemonade).  All is well.

Okay, so even though I thought the drama and tragedy for the weekend was over, I was only half right.  My Dad and Ann showed up at Cheesecake, and my sister and her boyfriend showed up as well.  They sat down and had some beers, and the news was broken with us that my sister and her boyfriend Scott were now engaged.  He asked her last night at the Hyatt at Gainey Ranch.  He had a room all ready with flowers and wine and had the ring planted in the chair waiting for her to get there.  And although my mom and brother were aware of his plans, the rest of us were not.  Including my dad.  I've been thinking about MG2 lately, and contemplating whether something like that is for us, and I found it interesting that he went to the Hyatt.  I love that place, and I told them the story of how I took Cookie there after a day long scavenger hunt.  It started out with me throwing her the newspaper telling her there was a message in there for her then walking out the door.  It led her from hint to hint, which included a massage, some flowers, an item from Victoria's Secret, and ended up with her at the hotel.  It was a great night, and the patio was overlooking the pool, the band, all of it.  Well, they enjoyed the same, but got engaged.  And they even got engaged on my Dad and Ann's anniversary (which was yesterday).  The kicker is that we expected my brother to be next, yet he and Doodlebear have split up.  And Doodlebear is the one that got my sister and Scott together.  Life works in mysterious ways.  What's in store next?

Am I either bored, a geek, or both if I'm contemplating going online to search for things to do when you're by yourself.