We met Josh about six years ago. He was a rather stoic German Shepherd who lived in immaculate housing on the property of a wealthy couple whose passionate hobby was showing dogs competitively. Along with 28 other dogs. His home was a 6-foot wide by maybe 20-foot long chain link kennel with a cement pad.
Tom and I had just lost Tecky and wanted to give an older shepherd a new home. Josh's my fourth. I'd already fought through male-shepherd adolescence with three others . . . and decided
So, I went to visit mom last Friday. She's 84...has some health issues; but she's a real energizer bunny girl. McDonald's once a week. Church on Sunday. Out for lunch with a girlfriend every once in a while.
Just for the heck of it, I asked to see her pill box (the Monday-Friday kind). She said, "Oh, I don't use that anymore." What? Mom takes 19 pills a day (by the time she cuts a few in half because they're too big).
Last Thursday, we met Tom's first grandchild for the first time!! We waved to him as he and his parents (Tom's son and wife) flew into O'Hare Airport from Beijing, China.
He turned one-year-old a few days before he came to the US. They adopted him through an international adoption agency that arranged everything...down to the smallest detail. Down to even making sure that he was a U.S. citizen before he flew home.
He is soooooo cute!!! He's got a shock of black hair that
What ya'll need to know about Shorty Pants is that he's a ferral fraidy cat that we let in the house to keep warm on bitter cold nights. His favorite sound is "hissssssssssssss." Favorite color: blue. Favorite place: hiding in the bushes. Second favorite place: Anywhere people aren't.
It'd snowed 20" or so overnight. We didn't intend to let Shorty Pants out because, well, it's pretty impossible for a cat to get around in snow that deep. But Shorty had other ideas, and
We used to feed stray cats all the time. We'd put the food out at night so the neighbors wouldn't catch on. Even put out "heated pet mattresses" for them for the coldest nights. We don't do it anymore (now we feed raccoons) because the cats were mostly wiped out by a virus. Poor things.
But in the process of feeding them, we (and our German Shepherd Josh) got really friendly with one...Blacky. Who was, wait for it, BLACK. (Good thing Tom didn't name his children is all I've