Saturday, November 19, 2011


First, SANY0040I have a dog and we named him Bear.  He is a drop off.  In other words, how could any person not love this wonderful pup.  This 11-year-old pup.  He is the kind of dog that you would not give a dollar for him, but you would have to give me a million to take him off my hands.

This is the Bear.  With his Squeaker.  When he first came to live with us, we tried many, many toys.  And the only thing that he would play with was this little, pink stuffed cow.  Of course, the first thing he did was pull out the stuffing.  But he did not care.  As long as it squeaked, he loved it.  He tossed it, played catch with it, tried to take it outside, and even snuck it outside (fortunately it was summer and it did not get lost in the snow).  He was so hard on the squeakers that come in the stuffed animals, that I finally put a squeaking ball inside.  Of course, it was bigger that the belly, so he ended up with a patch in the middle.  He did not care.  He loved that thing. 

Well, a couple of weeks ago Bear’s cable broke and off he went, chasing a stranger down the road.  Fortunately he did not catch that person. And I found out that my neighbors are afraid of my dog.  At least that is what Animal Control told me.  So the past couple of weeks have been difficult for both of us.  I repaired his cable, but it did not reach the door.  So I was traipsing out with him on a leash to the chain, and repeat on the way back.  Bear weighs about 60 pounds.  And I trust him as far as I can throw him.

Today I finished his new cable.  Unfortunately it is about 15 feet too short.  So I took a section of an old chain and added it to the new section.  It is not perfect, but it is sound.  What we don’t do for those 4-legged fur child.  It is not that I don’t love him, but if he were a child he would be easier to take care of.  And probably eat less.

Now, I am going to quit rambling.  Fortunately for him, I love the dumb dog.  Time to go get HIS dinner out of the oven.

Have a great day!!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


Why is it I would rather sit in front on a paused TV than listen to what is playing.  This place is a mess with a great bit SSSSSs.  I spend the day sitting, or sleeping, or eating. or hating the way I spend the day.  So….. Onward and upward…  Forward Ho…  Off we go into the great beyond.

But what to do first?  There is laundry needing to be folded.  And papers to be sorted.  And the trash taken out.

There. I have a list of three things.  Strive to complete them in the next 24 hours.  Then your life will be yours.