In Rememberance.

My Bailey on the left and Bev's Cricket on the right.

They were the best of long distance friends. When

Cricket would come to visit they played so hard, they

could hardly breathe, their little tongues dragging on the floor.

Cricket always pulled at Bailey's ears, leaving them swollen

and a little sore. She learned to grab him by the hind leg,

or go up underneath him when he got bigger than her, to pull him down.

Bailey's been gone for 2 years now. Just this week poor

Cricket was diagnosed with cancer and had to be put to sleep.

Bailey and Cricket are back together again, running like they used to.

That I am sure of.

A Miracle and other wonders in my world

Who knows what prompts Mother Nature into growing
things that just should not be there. I planted these
daffodils at least 15 years ago. I think they came up the
first year and after that they never showed up again.
Did they lay dormant all these years waiting for the
right atmospheric conditions? Did the deer usually get
to them before they could blossom? Regardless of what
prompted them, they are there in the pasture surrounded
by deep grass...a miracle!

This is Katie, the k-9 wonder dog. She the girl of our best

friend. One of those designer dogs, you know, a Labradoodle.

Part golden Lab, part poodle. Only 9 months old and monster

of a dog. But really pretty sweet. I asked Jim as I petted

her and pulled out gobs of hair "aren't these dogs suppose to

be hypoallergenic and shed free?" Jim says the only ones

who believe that are the breeders that sell them! Wouldn't

want that mess in my house. There's something to be said

for small dogs, like my Bailey. Maintenance free,

just the way I like things.

I caught this picture of her just as she flopped down to play

with me. Reminds me of a Muppet.

And last a picture is of my nephew. He's 5 months old now.

Mom and I are going out to see him ( and his mommy and daddy,

of course)in June. Before he gets past the baby stage.

His little shirt says Captain Crabby...

now I ask you, does he look the least bit like a crabby baby?

We got the Blues

This is my girl Bailey. She looks exactly like I feel, sad,

scruffy and a little out of whack. Seriously, she has been having

a bit of trouble lately...she has a bad back and last week we

played too rough outside and she hurt herself again.

So she 's on muscle relaxers and as of today she is feeling

much better. She's growling and barking at things outside,

which is a very good sign. Since that picture she's had a

grooming too, so she looks happier. Dogs are so like people,

they have feelings too. She might like to smell bad things,

but she's not very happy smelling like a bad thing!

This last couple of weeks have been weighing on me more

than I just a little a bit. I have an Aunt, Marie, who is facing

surgery this week. She has a type of skin cancer (squamous)

that has gone into her bone on her chin. She's having the

surgery on Wednesday, a twelve hour ordeal, where they

will remove a portion of her jaw and replace it with bone

from her leg. They are doing reconstructive work at

the same time. It's a very life changing surgery. She will have

weeks of breathing through a tracheal tube and being fed

through a feeding tube. All that on top of chemotherapy.

At least she's going to Ann Arbor for treatment, that's the

best hospital in the state. They took great care of my Dad

when he had cancer. Please keep Marie in your prayers,

she's trying hard to be strong, but she's worried.

But how can you not be?