Sunday around noon or so I got a call that my 2 Springer Spaniels were ready to be picked up, so I jumped in the truck and took off. On the way back I figured well I'm right here might as well try again and see if he's home(this is about the tenth time). So I pull up to AJ's house and see his truck is actually parked out front. Hummm, well he's with Tonya in the car or someone dropped him at the airport, but I'll knock anyways. Walking up to the door I'm thinking :think: "where's he at now, Germany, New Zealand, Hudsons Bay, Antartica, etc testing a 500". I knock on the door and I see movement, I figure it's the cat, but NO, IT'S ACTUALLY HIM, HE IS HOME AND ON A SUNDAY TOO!! Better play the lottery this week. :yikes: