Somebody messed up...

Now, nothing would make me happier than to say that it was the person that cut me 2 1/4 yards of the curtain fabric instead of 2 1/2 yards, but I'm just not all that sure. I think I asked for 2 1/2 yards. I hope so. But, when I held it up this morning, I realized I didn't get 2 1/2 yards. I'm short by exactly 1/4 yard. Crud, CRUD, K-RUD! Now, it's back to get another 1/3 yard, launder it and cut it into strips that can be sewn to the top and bottom of both curtain panels to give me the length I need. At least what I have is long enough that what I add will be folded to the back and no one but you and I will ever know it's there.

Got a couple of questions yesterday about my Willy dog. Both our dogs are Llasa Apsos. Like all our animals, they were dogs that no one wanted. A friend of mine died about 10 years ago and he had these two little dogs that were going to end up tied to a tree in S. Texas if someone didn't do something. And, with all that long hair, they wouldn't have lasted long in the heat. I took them and they have added much joy to my life. Both dogs had been abused some and it affected one more than the other.

Willy is a show quality dog and when he was younger, he had all the attitude that goes with great beauty. But, he'd gotten kind of mean. He bit and if you touched him, he'd bear his teeth and growl. So, we left him alone. I can still remember the first time he crawled in my lap. I was sitting in the floor, playing ball with another dog I had at the time. I'd had the Llasa's for about 6 months and just about my only interaction with Willy had been to feed and bathe him. Then, that day, he just crawled into my lap and we've had a great relationship ever since. So long as I leave him alone and let him give affection when and how he wants to, we get along fine. But, he and Rob bonded and became great friends.

Kenny is a black and white and he looks more like a pickinese (sp?). Kenny will always be a puppy. He still does puppy things and will lick and love as long as any person will sit still. He's been my favorite friend for many years.

Now, the dogs are about 17 years old. Both are practically blind and are deaf enough to be able to fake complete deafness when we try to give any command. It's sad to watch them wander around looking for their destination, moving to the left until they smell something familiar and then to the right until they smell something familiar, slowly progressing toward their destination based solely on their remaining sense, that of smell, which allows them to find any and every treat that falls to the floor while we're cooking. They have arthritis and skin troubles and take a lot of extra care and mostly they sleep. But, every day they still give us tail wags and they can still get up and down the steps on the porch to do their business outside. They're still little lover dogs and we'll keep getting the every little bit of love we can from them until it's time to say good bye.

Then, we'll start thinking about a puppy? Isn't that the way it goes?

Take care and have a great day. If you have a dog, give them a good belly rub from us. Lane