My late friend was fond of old cupboards, and this was one of her favorites. Her daughter gave it to me, I just had to go fetch it.
It's going to live on my inside porch, and store things that don't mind getting cold.
At the same time, I picked up this old beauty, that I gave my daughter a couple of years ago. It was still sitting in her garage, and she didn't have any place for it. So it came home.
It's very heavy, and it's not going anywhere again. In fact, it will be a part of the estate I leave behind, and someone else can think about moving it.
Lois and I have lugged on it twice, and that's two times too many.
Willie has been here a month, I think he feels pretty much at home.
Some of his issues are just age related, I hope, and some are related to the lousy start he got in life.
Someone asked me WHY I adopted him in the first place.
Well, to be honest, I didn't think I was doing enough. And that thought kept reoccurring, and I couldn't shake the feelings of guilt that came with it.
Here I am, with a huge house, and a huge fenced in dog yard, and I have one dog; when there are so many languishing in shelters.
And I'm home, most of the time. A dog's dream.
Then I saw Willie, not once, or twice, but three times.
I just couldn't leave him there another minute. It was a total gut reaction.
"Mom, why is she in my crate???"
So I got the prong collar, which is working well. Eventually, maybe he can graduate to a harness, but not now.
We also bought a crate, my FIRST ever, for those times when we have to leave, and honestly, I don't trust him not to have an anxiety attack and do some damage. We only leave him in it for an hour, or an hour and a half, and he's doing well with it.
The most annoying thing about him is his reactivity on a leash. Took him to the vet the other day, and at the mere sight of another dog, he lunged, and barked, and howled, and cried. He acted deranged. I tried to calm him down, but it was nearly impossible.
And yet, he went to doggie day care today, and he plays with a whole gang of dogs.....no problem.
I don't get it.
On the other side, he is the most lovable creature on earth. He loves Naya, he loves kids, he loves everyone he meets.
He plays hard, and then he crashes.
Like a kid.
He is annoying, and dear.
What a combination.
Putting together some more clothes for our last two events....one next weekend, and one in November.
This is a Mickey cape.
And a shorter one.
I am loving the weather........in the 70's most of the time during the day, and down to the 40's at night.
I will be glad when the frost kills the ragweed though, it is not my friend, and makes my headache so much worse.
I guess you just can't have it all.