Well, I’ve got my red on – I’m actually going to enjoy doing NOTHING today (with the exception of taking Cinnamon to Acoma for her diabetes check-up) and nothing will stop me.

Yes, I realize I have many projects in a holding pattern, but right now, today, I am going to take the day and enjoy it with my daughter. We aren’t going to do anything we don’t have to. In fact, she’s still slepping and probably will be for another hour or so. She is still recovering from a summer cold and the results of a misdiagnosis involving ear drops that provided another clue in the list of allergens (sulfates – just like her mommy!) that she needs to avoid.

Sadie had a growth removed from her front right paw; she is recovering nicely.

Out of the corner of your eye, Samantha really looks a lot like Sara did.

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Sorry for the radio silence – there have been big happenings going on.

Over at the railroad, the layout is in the process of coming apart to be moved. I’ll be over there in a bit to post some pictures of that endeavor.

Here on The “O” Word, things just haven’t been the same since Sara went to the rainbow bridge. Mostly, there has been a malaise sitting over the creativity department. Losing a friend, especially real sudden like, can have that affect on you.

Now, I’m not saying there is any way to replace Sara. There just isn’t. My readers who are dog lovers know that there is just no way in heaven or earth that you can replace a unique individual, the characteristics and the quirks, the looks and the actions. I’ve been very blue about Sara, and at one point in time was losing sleep because I couldn’t get up to help her.

While the family was in Anaheim for a short-short mini vacation, we visited the Santa Ana Zoo – and a rescue operation was having an adoption festival outside the gates. We almost came home with a little boy black lab that needed a home.

Maricopa County opened an adoption center in Metrocenter Mall.

This is Samantha.

Samantha is 99 pounds of black lab mix. Not quite as big as Sara, she is slightly taller, and has longer legs. Seven years old, rescued from a foreclosed house, and has some training. No, she is not available for adoption – well, not anymore. TMBWitW spotted her on Thursday. Friday, I went to see her. We picked her up Friday afternoon.

No, not a replacement – but TMBWitW says the light has returned to my eyes …

Chat ya later…

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Good News: I’m not dreaming of Sara anymore.

Bad News: I’m so tired that I fall asleep before everyone else, which kind of pinches the family time in the evening.

Ecstatic news: This is the last week before Christmas.

I’m pretty sure that if I had not already been worn to the nub from not sleeping well, I would be in much better shape now, for the final push. As it is, I feel like a sleepwalker.

In case I don’t post between now and then, Merry Christmas to you ALL.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

I’ve been having a recurring dream over the last several nights. In the middle of the night (in my dream, not necessarily by the clock) I am awakened by the scratching of a dog on the bed – their signal that they want to get up on the bed with us, but don’t want to upset anyone already on the bed. I can’t open my eyes, I can’t move, I can’t get up – but I can tell, I know, that it is Sara. And I can’t get up to get her on the bed. This alternates with a dream that Sara is scratching at the back door and I can’t get up to let her out.

And I physically wake up, and miss her, and can’t get back to sleep for a while.

Cinnamon=vet visit. (picking up Sara while I am there)

Gotta get the screen doors finished today and out of the shop.

The GE repairman, who is apparently busier than the Maytag Repairman, will be here this afternoon between 1 and 5 to diagnose and, hopefully, fix the washer. Appliance that take unscheduled vacations are not making any points with the Household Six.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!