Moving right along
We're healing from a difficult winter. My father was unusually compliant with the rehab program for his hip(including forgoing his evening scotch to cut down on the danger of taking a second fall)and can walk short distances without a cane. We've processed the loss of Kelly the Wonder Dog to where we can start looking for the next dog. We considered Dobies, got involved with fostering for a Dobie rescue that was run by bizarre fascist psycho control freaks. Currently considering a few pups from the county shelter and a Rottie pup who's currently in a shelter in West Virginia. We haven't done a puppy in almost 20 years, its a lot of trouble and there are plenty of good used dogs available. Now we're tending that way because we want a dog that will end up being large, but will permit itself to be somewhat bossed around by our teeny terrier. We feel like Gimpy has the best of shot at happiness with a spay who grows up with him. Fortunately we don't spend more than $30 on any one piece of furniture and every inch of floor in the house has already been defiled by dogs (and children) so we're plretty much pre-disastered. I just need to lock away my yarn.
After checking the extended forecast we decided earlier in the week not to make our Easter trip to Maine. The Fabulous Miss Evelyn protested loudly, since she was going to ditch us the minute we got there and spend the week with her friend on the island, who lives there year round in a house that features central heat, cable TV and internet access. Now the news is reporting massive power outages and even she admits we made the right call.
RIP, my friend.
After checking the extended forecast we decided earlier in the week not to make our Easter trip to Maine. The Fabulous Miss Evelyn protested loudly, since she was going to ditch us the minute we got there and spend the week with her friend on the island, who lives there year round in a house that features central heat, cable TV and internet access. Now the news is reporting massive power outages and even she admits we made the right call.
RIP, my friend.