If I could write the emotion this picture displays… Dog mourns the death of his master, Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson, was one of 30 Americans killed in Afghanistan on Aug. 6 when a rocket-propelled grenade took out a U.S. Chinook helicopter. Thank you for your service and sacrifice Jon, and to your family and dog too. God is the God …
Having a Garage Sale
So, Tony and I are having a “no one wants to buy your crap” garage sale. We cleaned out closets and drawers on Wednesday, organized the garage and ta-da, we’re all set to sell our unwantable-closet-clutter to the masses. So far… no one wants to buy our crap. Can’t say as I blame them, but we have some nice knick-knack …
My barking dogs
And I don’t mean my feet. Hahaha, get it. “My dogs are barking…” Well, okay, never mind. My dog, dogs, you know them Pal and Lola, bark. Yep. Not all the time, but Pal lays by the front window looking out, then goes berserk when something goes by: another dog, a person on a bike way, way down the road, …
Updates on a boring life
Okay, life has been a little boring lately – I’m happy to report. Not boring to me, but just no a whole heck of a lot to report. Life is status quo and I’m glad! I am feeling quite ranty about politics, but I’ll refrain from spewing here. I’ll say this, “Think, people, think. Listen! With both ears, your heart …
Lola Eaten by A Pit Bull
Almost! Man, it was scary. Today was a cool day in central Florida, so taking advantage of the weather, Tony and I took Pal and Lola on a late afternoon walk. I needed to stretch and break from rewrites for a few minutes. Lola is doing great – has a new bed and new leash. We’re strolling along one of …
Her name is La-la-la-Lola
Our found dog’s owner called today. She described her perfectly and when I repeated her name, “Lola,” the little Schnauzer perked up. So, my Fifi is a Lola. The owner said she’d be by in the afternoon to pick her up. I said, “No worry, we’ve loved having her. She’s a great dog.” My comment opened the door I’d hoped …
I found a dog
Thursday morning while running an errand, I spotted a little dog wandering down the road. I pulled over to see if she was okay, if there was a tag with her collar. Sadly, there wasn’t. She was friendly to me, but kept wandering down the side walk, trotting up each driveway to the front walk to the front door, sniffing. …