Automatic posting from my Twitter Account:
- 17:36 Skipping way ahead to the #bba Panettone. Drake always buys during the holidays. This year, homemade, even tho I'm nervous about it...
- 17:40 ...I did buy SAF Gold Instant Yeast for the Panettone (plan to use also for other sweet, enriched, or sour #bba breads)...
- 17:49 With purchased Christmas presents in the hallway and backlog of mail from being out of town, our place feels a bit chaotic...
- 17:49 ...feeling overwhelming urge to get this all organized.
- 18:53 Listening to Christmas music on KING-FM. First real time we've listened to holiday music.
Whew. What a Week. It was exciting, but not really a good kind of exciting!
Yay, another happy story from one of my former foster dogs, Mel.
Dear friends at Wild Heir, It has been a year now since we adopted Melody from your group, and wanted to let you know we are doing great!! She has really come out of her shyness for the most part, and is a joy to our family!! Enclosed are pictures, one at Sullivan's island, on the beach, which she loves, and the other with my son's dog, Izzie. They are best friends, love to wrestle and play tug of war as you can see. We live in VA, but out son lives in Charleston, so we were there to visit last week. I wish you could see her in person, you would be so proud, as we are!! Thanks for taking care of labs like Mel, and providing a place for families like ours to find a wonderful dog. Keep up the good work!
After a relatively warm November winter has decided to make an appearance. When we went to bed last night there were a couple of inches of snow already on the ground. The dogs loved it. They were chasing each other around. Haven was eating snow. Beacon was chasing snowballs.
Things were a bit different this morning. With snow up to their bellies the dogs weren't as eager to hang out in the stuff. I'm sure we'll take pictures of them playing in it over the weekend.
Moo is home. YAY!
When running through the Rules of Fight Club, many people remember firstly and seem to recall what was identified as Rule No. 1 (and 2), the order requiring one not to speak of fight club. But, often overlooked is the highly underrated yet wholly applicable No. 7 rule.
7. Fights will go on for as long as they have to.
Making sure of it.
Automatic posting from my Twitter Account:
- 12:23 On our floor, we have a chronic epidemic of personal cell phone usage in the hallway. The conversation snip-its are at times... interesting
- 17:17 Packing it in for the day. Tonight: more knitting. Gotta get the gifts done.
- 18:45 Normally, not a huge fan of Guy Fieri, but love his Bumped-Up Brussels Sprouts bit.ly/4ttAQV
So, another tear-jerker dog book. As I stated in my last post, this one is much more "to-the-point". It is the author's recollections of his family, and dogs, and having to make the tough, end of life decisions for one of them (one of the dogs, that is). There really isn't a story to it or a plot, it was just a guy talking about his love for his dogs, but it was still a good read. My only real gripe with it is that there seemed to be some serious name-dropping going on in a few sections. But it could also be that this guy really is good friend's with these folks and that they played an important part to his coping with his grief. The problem is, I didn't get that sense from it...it really just seemed like name-dropping in the middle of a sad memoir.