As we drove to the airport, we called, nobody answered. When we got to the airport, M answered and hubby asks where they are. Five minutes later, she's still talking and we're at the terminal and she finally divulges that they are at baggage claim 8D.
You can't get there from anywhere in the airport, so we ended up walking 5 miles to get to it. The usual happy welcoming, and then we shlep back to the truck.
We got to hear about their flight, the lack of food, cramped seats, etc. Usual post flight stuff.
Got home, took the dogs out, and told them we'd be grilling hamburgers for dinner. They offered to take us out to eat (didn't ask where), but since the dogs had been locked up all day, we wanted to just grill at home... they seemed "disappointed".
First Heirloom presentation occured approximately 5 minutes within walking through the door. I was feeding the dogs and missed it. M bought an embroidery sewing machine and had made two aprons for us (pictures to follow as soon as I can). We sat on the deck and "chatted".
Around 8:30pm Gil went inside to throw away the dinner plates, and M and B followed him inside without warning and both were attacked by the happy to meet you pups. I heard the chaos from where I had been hiding and went to save them, but in the process, M stepped on Meeshka's foot and proceeded to scream like a banshee. I took Meeshka off to the bathroom to inspect the foot (its fine), then tried to get M and B to pet the dogs so they would get use to them.
If people come in and pet them and pay them attention for 5 minutes, they settle down and are normal, but if they stand there with their hands in the air as if they will at any moment attack them and rip out their throats (as M and B do) then the dogs take that as a sign to leap on them crazy. I tried to explain that, but they don't listen.
We claim exhaustion and all went to bed around 9pm, just so we wouldn't have to deal with them anymore.
