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Updating the blog pages
It was with sadness that I updated my blog headline post. However, I do love the pictures of Lucy that I used.
I also redid my about me post, removing Patty’s history and updating Gavin’s.
Gavin was our 7th Bull terrier. In order they were: Danny, Joey, Malcolm, Mercy, Sadie, Patty, Gavin, and Lucy is #8.
Lucy sleeping
Arrrrrrr!
Numz are good
Happy boy
Lucy ready for snow
Queen of the fuzzy blanket
Happy Halloween
Sweet girl
Dump that Trump and find us a real president.
Look among the humble of us.
Sift through and find one who would lead.
Male or female, it doesn’t matter.
A person of color or white, it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters is…Intelligence, compassion, honesty, integrity, and humbleness.
Find one with all these and then raise him/her up to our highest position.
Then, and only then, will we advance as a nation again.
WordPress, I really hate the ‘new’ format.
For months and months I tried to like it, really I did.
I don’t.
I just purely and simply do not like it.
What was simple became convoluted and a royal pain.
Today’s T-shirt
As if American education hasn’t gone downhill enough…..
Now #Twitler has ordered Devos to lower federal education standards.Yep, you read that right. Why not continue the dumbing down of America?
As if with all the idiotic “testing education” the kids have been getting hasn’t dumbed down America enough.
Add to that, those people who think that with less than a high school education, they are qualified to home school their children.
Yeah, no.
I know people with college degrees who aren’t qualified to educate their children.
That’s the point though “TO EDUCATE” not cram a pile of test answers down their throats and expect them, as a result, to be educated.
Minds need to think, to explore, to socialize, to grow, to question everything to learn.
There’s a certain emptiness to the house
Two dogs make a lot of noise.
One dog not so much.
Turns out that old Gavin was the noisier of the two even though Lucy tends to bark more.
Lucy was looking for him today.
We said good-bye to Gavin
No matter how many beloved pets you have, it is always painful when you lose one.
During the night Gavin’s back legs began to fail to support him and he cried all night. By morning, after a dose of his pain medication, his walking improved by only a tiny margin.
We made a decision. I couldn’t see him go through another night the way his last night was. His vet gently sent him on his way.
At 15 years of age, the dear old boy took the record for the longest lived of our dogs.
I wish to thank all the people on Facebook for the lovely sentiments they expressed. They were a comfort to both of us.
Fly my handsome boy, your Patty is waiting on the other side for you.
Arrrrrrr!
New doctor…
Maybe she’ll fix this chronic cough. She’s sending me for some pulmonary tests since she did a peak flow test on me and I didn’t do great on it. First time I’ve done one.
I never did test well.
Always hated tests, and the two others she has lined up for me rank at about #1 and #2 in tests I don’t want, know I should have, and my old doctor hasn’t ordered them done in many years.
Maybe I should have worn this shirt?
Gone crazy …be back…?
There are days where I can’t wait for him to go up for his afternoon nap or to bed for the night.
Days where his voice alone makes me cringe in a ‘now what the hell does he want?’ bend of mind.
Those are the days where I’ve blasted past exhausted and landed into the “I can’t do it any more” zone.
Once he’s gone to bed for whichever… I feel as though I can …maybe…breathe for a minute.
The stress-tightened iron bands around my chest loosen…a little.
All to soon, he wakens to begin the cycle again.
Release the Kraken!
My tree didn’t bloom
My magnolia tree didn’t put on its finery this spring. We’ve barely a dozen flowers on the tree. Instead of loads of blossoms the tree has started with leaves. So very saddening.
At least I have the pictures from previous years.
Some bad days and many worse days
It’s painful to watch The Curmudgeon allow himself to circle the drain. His doctors have recommended exercise, physical therapy, and even swimming.
He refuses saying they only make him hurt more.
Fine. If you’re determined to do a slow death spiral, go ahead, but I refuse to be a part of it.
I will no longer participate in your idiocy.
I refuse to be egged into daily battles.
In the meantime, I intend to work on my health and well-being.
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