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| What do you think Aggie? |
hm. The new puppy is chewing the wheels off my dad chair. Whatever can that mean.... tee hee.
We have new life around here: welcome, licky, waggy, trying, over enthusiastic, ruleless. Having a hunting dog may just pull my thinking around to Dad and Grandpa more often. We've always been a dog family (who the heck ever picked a Weimaraner) although I guess I never remember hearing about a dog when Dad was little. That's silly, I never heard one word from my Dad about when he was little. Aggie was the one devoted to her dogs though, those stories came down. The dog doorstop came down. The Steiff dog named Peter came down too. ;)
I finished a book called Stalin's Daughter a week or so ago. It was quite a record of quite a life. Quite a commentary on quite a world. Her mother's suicide twisted her life about for 80 years.
What did your choice do to my dad. Who was he before and who was he after. And more after as in serving as a surgeon in France in WW II. No one knows that kind of stuff. I expect even though I dwell here, there's not much need for me to really know.
Svetlana just kept looking forward, in her case relentlessly moving and uprooting. Seeking love and stability.
That's the bones of the journey each of us has, yes? Headliners, bit players and walk-ons alike.
Little Tilly, Thunderhill's Chantilly Lace actually, is a shade of love and stability for the next 10 years. Welcome Tilly.
and....who the heck trained Rocky, Lady and Dutchess? Are you just totally oblivious as a kid? good grief.
