Yesterday we said good-bye to Sadie. Despite her long hair and shaggy-dog appearance, we found her to be most endearing. Before Bill left for work (yes, he's no longer just "working," he's actually working -- more on that another day) he shared a few final moments with her.
(The "baby-talk" is annoying, I know. I just can't seem to help myself.)
She's the kind of dog (minus the shag) we would love to have. The whole family enjoyed her, and she didn't throw up or have a single accident in the house. She could be rambunctious and fun, or mellow and sedate. We will miss her. Good thing we know where she lives. Her "momma-Chris" (not to be confused with "momma-Tina") mentioned the possibility of breeding her, and the idea of getting one of her offspring thrilled Mar to no end. It would be pricier than we had planned, but would give us some time to save up (and stretch the time until D-day... Dog day). We will think on that for a while.
She's the kind of dog (minus the shag) we would love to have. The whole family enjoyed her, and she didn't throw up or have a single accident in the house. She could be rambunctious and fun, or mellow and sedate. We will miss her. Good thing we know where she lives. Her "momma-Chris" (not to be confused with "momma-Tina") mentioned the possibility of breeding her, and the idea of getting one of her offspring thrilled Mar to no end. It would be pricier than we had planned, but would give us some time to save up (and stretch the time until D-day... Dog day). We will think on that for a while.
We also said hello to some carpet yesterday. Hallelujah.
Initially I was concerned about the seam (placement, visibility), but on the advice of several close friends (including the closest), I have decided to get over it. Let it go.
Done.
We started moving Tay into the bedroom last night. He has looked forward to no longer living in a glass house. His bedroom has been in the windowed french-doored office, in a highly trafficked area of the house, for the past 9-1/2 years. Hello, privacy.
To top our evening off, we watched our friend, neighbor, and fellow ward member on Wipeout. Too bad he was eliminated in the second round. Good-bye, Dave You-Can't-Handle-the-Crandall.
There are quite a few stories behind the story, but the best one is that, once he was selected as a contestant, Dave was told taping would be held on a Sunday. He told them he wouldn't be available to tape on Sundays, and they responded with a "thanks anyway."
There are quite a few stories behind the story, but the best one is that, once he was selected as a contestant, Dave was told taping would be held on a Sunday. He told them he wouldn't be available to tape on Sundays, and they responded with a "thanks anyway."
Then they called back.
They had arranged to tape on another day, just for him. How awesome it that?
They had arranged to tape on another day, just for him. How awesome it that?
And to finish this sunny day on a high note, we were tagged. Flower tagged.
I just thought I would share because I love this idea for a fundraiser.
I am not a fan of fundraisers, but if it's absolutely necessary, I would go for something like this any day over purchasing overpriced frozen pastries or windshield-cracking car washes.
Wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you?
The carpet looks great.
ReplyDeleteI love the flower tagging idea. Our HS does the stupid frozen cookie dough, and I feel I "have" to help out a neighbor, so we always end up with cookie dough that I would rather not have. What do ya do? Ya have to support your HS I guess :)