Puppies and Memories.

Upon coming home from the Walmart with some groceries, I was greeted by 8 sets of canine eyes and waggly tails. All wanting to go out and run in the snow. I walked through the early dusk, knee deep in snow, with pups nipping at the tabs on my muck boots. The yard being fenced we did not wonder far but in circles. Suddenly I was a child again making the circle and pie wedges for the game The Fox and the Hens. I was the only hen and 6 of the 8 dogs were the foxes. It turns out they cheat! They did not stay on the paths for long. The mutts cut across the wedges to get at me and did not care if I was safe in the "Hen House" center. I got mugged anyway. As I was the youngest of the 5 children in our family, I never did win, it seems I still won't. Not if I play with 3 puppies and 3 grown dogs. Oh well, fun is fun.
Pax Christi.

Feckless, Just feckless

Here I sit aggravated with my hopeless attempts to be creative with my digitizing for the embroidery machine, particularly because, after an hour’s work, my new printer refused to work. It sends an error message that there is paper jammed in the back. There is, of course nothing there, not even dust, as we blew it all out with compressed air. Now I have to drive all the way to Mentor, to Best Buy to ask for another on.

May be it is I who has no feck. May be it is a test of my patience. May be I’ll just go take a shower after I check of the three foster pups who are residing in my basement laundry room. Too much foot patter is coming from the basement, indicating they pint size canines have made the great escape from behind out barrier.