My first spring 2013

Spring is the season for love.  At least that’s what the greeting card companies will have you believe.  I have to admit that I’m a bit of a softy for love and spring because my first spring was with this great family who adopted me.

This is a photo of me my very first spring.   I guess I’m four or five months old here.  The concept of puddles was new to me and I found them fascinating.  I was checking out the whirlpool where the water was draining into a pipe.

We had a lot of fun that day playing in the water.  Even the kids rode their bikes through the puddles.

We laughed hard and had a great time.   It’s the stuff great memories are made of.  I swear every clean freak for miles around was having migraines that day.  It’s was great getting all muddy and the warm shower after felt amazing.

Those were good times and even though I’m two years older I still like to close my eyes and feel the love this family has shown me.  My adoption has been a real blessing for me and the the family.

That’s all for now

Remember Buddy loves you ❤️


I’m Blind! (Not Really)

It was decided that the house needed some new curtains or blinds.

Blondie and Baldy are not the type of people to enter these projects lightly.  Many months of procrastination and thinking and talking have taken place.  To be fair the amount of talking, discussing, planning, thinking is more than NASA needed to put Niel Armstrong in space.

Finally after much ado the process of accumulating all the required supplies has taken place. The Internet was buzzing with online orders for all of the materials.  Orders were coming in from around the globe. I’m not kidding, a 50ft roll of Velcro was ordered from South Korea cheaper than we could find anywhere else. Fabric came from Toronto and hardware from God knows where.

A new sewing machine was bought to handle the industrial sized chunks of fabric, miles and miles of thread were procured.  All of this is now filling my dining room.

The next step was the obvious procrastination step, nobody rushes into anything around here.  I’m living in what looks like a third world sweat shop with no sweat happening.  Fabric and findings are all over the place and no action.  That is until this week.

The dining room table was turned into a curtain factory then plans were changed and it was turned into a blind factory.  The only constants in my life are sleep and change apparently.

More procrastination or was it planning? It’s hard to tell sometimes.  Yesterday there was wood being cut in the basement then there was gluing and screwing and lots of sewing.

Today was full of spurts of energy as the two of them did what people do when they do things. I was exhausted just being in the same house as them.

So now it’s the end of the day and guess what? That’s right still no blinds hanging.

Tommorow will bring another day of thinking, planning and procrastinating for them and endless napping for me.


Buddy loves you ❤️