My Kids

 We're in the slow cooker now ... heating up to the perfect daytime temperature, only it comes at night.  60 degrees.  We should be well done by the time noon rolls around at 95.  My plans to be out in the van on the coast got waylaid.

We began the day like this.  Just hanging out ......

When I couldn't stand it any more, I finished up this quilt.  I'm not happy with it.  I suppose most people won't notice, but the stars around the edge are not centered.  I had all this fabric left over from the last one and just could not make myself throw it away at $15.00 a yard.  It cost me a couple of hours just getting it as good as it is.  Hopefully they won't notice.  

At noon we had a lunch meeting of the Elk minds to come up with a solution to our human problem.  Sadly, there is no acceptable solution.  We are stuck with someone who is killing the fun, lighthearted attitude for everyone, with several volunteers leaving completely.  I may be next.

Back home, Mr. Cooper desperately needed a bath.  Definitely NOT his idea of fun, but I had to insist.  We both got in the bathtub and rub-a-dub-dubbed him clean.  Still soaking wet, we played chase through the house because I couldn't catch him.  

A little hair dryer later ... which he hates by the way ... and he was ALMOST dry and fluffy.  Poor baby has these growths all over his back ... something I've never seen before ... and they itch.  The bath helped a bit, so we may have to play that game more often.

Out of nowhere, I got a bit dizzy and sick.  That's never happened before and I haven't been that kind of sick in 15 years.  Yikes!!  I spent the next five hours sitting on the couch miserable.  I wonder what was in those enchiladas I ate?  

That means no pictures and no food for the blog.  So here's my other kid ... Miss Jessie ... who passed away a few years go.  She was the first real house dog I ever had.  Let me just say that Jack Russells are a breed all their own.  She was a rescue and took three months before she would even get on the couch with me.  One owner dogs they are ... and her owner gave her up.

This was the face I saw 25 times a day.  She was not the least bit impressed with Mr. Cooper when he arrived, and growled at him constantly.  

About the first week, she went in the back yard and chased the horses.  Not a good idea for this little girl since she got stepped on.  Yup ... broken toes.  She was a trooper however and healed up just fine.  Thankfully she was a quick learner and never went in the corrals again.

Sadly, we all get old ... and she is no longer with me.  I miss her every day.

Hopefully today brings NO sick stomach and a gate repair.  I'm also going to call and see what an entire new gate opener will cost.  The only other solution will be to disconnect the swing arm, drill a big hole in the rock post and put a chain on it.  Not a good solution in my book.  I'm spoiled with a push button gate.