Just Chat

Tucker and I went for a walk today -   There is a long, long hill down to the little town of Belt.   Tucker did very well.   As a matter of fact, for awhile there, I thought he was going to out-walk me, but when I turned to head back – about half way to town, he decided to “ride” for awhile.  

We spent the day looking at old family photos.  I had a couple in the box of Farup family (my Dad’s) that I couldn’t identify -  I found a large print of one in Diane’s box, so it belong’s with my Mother’s family photos.   I have just one unidentified photo left in that box - but I’ll keep asking.    I’m going to spend the summer scanning in all the old photos I can find of my Mom’s side of the family, and gather them into some kind of book along with stories and memories that we can remember.   My cousin, Sharon has all the statistics and some photos on Ancestry.com, but I want it to be more easily accessible)

Cousin Diane and I are making notes of little things that happened when we were little, and stories we heard of our grandparents.

 I’m drinking Coca-Cola again.   After weeks and months of doing my best to avoid it at Brooke’s, I arrive here, and Diane keeps a case of it in her refrigerator at all times.   Oh, ye of weak spirit.

 Diane is busy weeding her flower garden -  Once my computer is up-graded, I’ll do an entire post of her wonderful, unique home!  

 I’ve been going out a little with Tucker off-leash,- it just happened to be when the weather was not the greatest and it worked well so-far.  Perhaps I should capitalize “So-far”.   He just indicated that he needed to go out – a First!!!  So, I let him out, and he took care of business, then headed toward the cars, which he usually does – then like a flash he took off up the driveway – at the top of which is a country road, and beyond that a ways, the interstate.   I started running and calling him -  Did I tell you it rained yesterday?   Well, I slipped in the mud and went down hard.   Mud all over – perhaps I have a secret desire to be a lady mud wrestler – I looked like I was auditioning for it.   The best part – as soon as I landed, Tucker was there to make sure I was OK.   Back to being on the lease for awhile yet!!!!

 About the rain yesterday -  Since I arrived, (After that first stormy night) the weather has been beautiful.  Warm, sunny – with of course the wind blowing at varying strengths.  (Whenever I return to Montana, I remember how much I hated that constantly blowing wind)  Yesterday – well, yesterday, we awoke to pouring rain, howling wind and a high temperature that did not reach 50.  It was so cold we fired up the wood stove.   Diane’s house has cement floors – in the winter it’s great – the floors are heated, but on cold spring days – not so much.   It was not cold enough to put on socks, though.    Tucker was cold and shivering – before the day was over he had his harness on – it covers much of his chest, a sweatshirt, and finally his sweater that reaches to his tail.  The last time I put the sweater on him, he wriggled out of it in minutes – not yesterday!

 The weather for the next week is due to be beautiful – Sunny and breezy – high’s in the 70’s – that’s a jab for those of you in the east sweltering in the 90’s and high humidity.

A couple days ago, Diane mentioned that if I decided to drive to Alaska, she would go with me.   Is that a challenge, or what.   Hmmmmm  what a neat idea, I’d never considered it before.  I got on Google maps, and learned that the distance from Great Falls MT to Anchorage, AK is the same as from Nanjemoy, MD to Great Falls, MT.   I also learned the Al-Can Hwy is totally paved and well maintained with plenty of services along the way.   The last time I even thought of the Al-Can – it was still a gravel road.    My cousin is in AK now – and I think he said he drove there – so I’ll pick his brain when he returns.   You never know where Granny will escape to next!!!!!!

 Carol  – you do not need to read this paragraph.      Eyes closed?   Ok, for everyone else – I made caramel rolls for breakfast this morning -  a recipe my cousin Marge gave me while in ND.  Man – it couldn’t be easier or more delicious!!!!!    What fun!!!!

OK Carol – you can look now.    (Carol helped me lose 20# on my last trip and she hates to see me back slide)

Tucker attended church with me again yesterday, and behaved very well.  He looked at me during the hymns, but didn’t try to join in, which is too bad, cause he has a very sweet singing voice.   

He gets along great with Diane – she was sitting in her big chair, reading, and he asked to be picked up, and when she did, he curled up just under her chin and took a nap.   I need to keep my camera more handy for moments like that.

Yesterday morning while eating breakfast, a doe and tiny fawn came up to the edge of the lawn.  The baby couldn’t have been more than a few days old.   What a sight to behold. 

 The other night, we had beef ribs for dinner.   I gave my bone to Tucker – it was good sized, but not too much for him to handle.   He chewed on it a bit, then tried to find a place to bury it.   He hid it in the bedroom – and when I went to bed, I had to keep shooing him and his bone off the bed.

  A little bit ago, Tucker trotted into the kitchen and started barking – he was focused on something, so I didn’t try to quiet him.   I thought it might be a mouse – not uncommon out here – but really now is not the season for them to try to get inside.  I carefully walked around the island to find that he was ready to attack Diane’s tennis shoes!!!!!

 If I write too much about Tucker, it’s because I am enchanted by him and his antics.   Because he is so small, I have learned to check to see where he is before I turn over in bed.  The other night, I guess because I wasn’t turning over, I just reached down to pull a blanket up, without checking - ……. And……… flipped Tucker, who was lying on top said blanket, right out of the bed.   As soon as I made sure he wasn’t hurt, I started giggling, and guffawing (I like that word, don’t you – so descriptive)   He looked at me like “What did I do?”, then “Mom, you’re crazy”

Last night for dinner, we had roast beef, and mashed potatoes.   My favorite meal – and that’s the 4^th time I’ve had it since I left on this trip.    Today for lunch – it’s hot beef sandwiches – hmmm – what time is it anyway – is it lunch time yet?  

 OK I’ll diet tomorrow.  Well, I don’t really need to lose weight, do I?  I just have to get in good enough condition to make the hike into Pretty Prairie in August.

Next Friday, we're driving to Bozeman for a week or so -  I have several cousins in that area to catch up with - and wouldn't you know it - it is the weekend friends from other parts of the country are going to be in Great Falls!  One is my friend, Joy, from Texas, and the other my niece - or is it my ex niece.   I don't know - do you lose the right to  use those titles through divorce?   Her mother will also be there, and I haven't seen her in somewhere near to 50 years.  I'm sorry I won't see them - but I plan to see Joy next spring in Texas, and the "niece" on my trip down the west coast this fall.

 Until next time

Bear Hugs

Luv ‘n Boots and Tucker too

And don’t forget the Wee Beastie

 She believed she could do it, and so she did!

OFF WE GO …….AGAIN

Had a 3 day delay while “Luv” was being repaired.    During that time, we headed south to Whapeton, ND to attend a graduation of “cousin” of mine.   I have so many cousins in this area I think they grow on trees.   Well, I guess they do – Family Trees.

We took Tucker with us, and he behaved like a gentleman the whole time.  Marge’s sisters were crazy about him.    Even Marge, who is not overly fond of dogs, commented on what a good traveler he is.

 On Sunday morning, Tucker and I started out again.   It was rainy for the first hour or so.  The landscape was amazing – green, flat farm land – the vista broken only by windbreaks of tall old trees.

Slowly the topography changed to a slight rise in elevation and low rolling hills.   About noon, I turned on the a/c.   ……… Nothing.    Nada.   No thing!!!    I was about 200 miles from the dealership by then.   Oh, crud.   Now, what.

 We managed the heat with frequent stops, and ice in Tucker’s water dish and maps shading his seat.  

 Finally, we made it to Dickenson, ND, and called Don for directions to his house.  (I am about to meet a cousin on my Dad’s side that I’d never met before)    Remember me complaining about Brooke’s house being 15 miles from the nearest traffic light?   I’ll never complain again.

The cousins lived in a tiny town of 300 – which was 65 miles southwest of Dickenson.   There was a closer stop light, in a town of 1500 about 20 miles away.   Driving there through the lonely landscape – farms, rolling hills,  with mountains and buttes in the distance was wonderful.

Upon arriving I was greeted with great enthusiasm, and given a wonderful meal of roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, hot rolls,  (my favorite meal) with homemade ice cream and strawberries.

We talked non stop until bedtime, and in the morning, Don and I dug into our family histories.  We exchanged photos and other information.  

 Our conversation made it more clear to me that my Mother’s side of the family needed to be recorded.  A lot of information is already on Ancestery.com,  but that is not readily available to everyone.

 We took a ride in the country to see a dam and man made lake – lots of fishing and camping there.

 I also called the dealership to discuss the a/c problem.   And learned that the dealership in Grand Forks ND has a dealership in Great Falls, MT - What are the chances of that ever happening to anyone?   I am convinced God is my co-pilot.

I left there about 9 a.m., headed for Montana.   I was warned there might be construction along the way -  the whole of western North Dakota is jammed with oil workers on the new strike.

(A word to the wise – if you are travelling across North Dakota anytime soon – plan on stopping in either eastern ND  or eastern MT – there are generally speaking no accommodations available in western ND – I heard that one town in northern ND will not let you in unless you have confirmed reservations for a place to stay)

 After driving awhile, I left the lush farmland and headed into a taste of badlands.  I kept my eyes out for signs of the oil rush.  It wasn’t until I was nearly at the Montana border that I finally saw some pumper-jacks.  And most of those were on the Montana side.

 We stopped at a rest area to check the map – I don’t know how it happened, but I didn’t have a map of Montana.  While I was standing there – I heard the trill of the Meadowlark.   Yes, I was home!   There were 2-3 of the birds, singing up a storm.  I was thrilled.

We drove on, through rough prairie and sagebrush.   We saw a couple cowboys herding cattle to a loading ramp, the truck standing by to receive them.  

We reached the top of a grade – 3500’ elevation, and swiftly rolled down the otherside to about 2000’

We hit Miles City about noon – with a temperature out of 97.  More ice in Tucker’s water, wet blanket and shade from maps.  

 We headed north and west across Montana.  Our saving grace from the heat was a light cover of clouds.  Once we headed north, Tucker’s side of the car was much cooler than my side.

 Montana has a daytime speed limit of 70 unless otherwise noted – 75 on the interstates.  We rolled through rolling grassland for miles without seeing any other vehicles.   Hard scrabble grazing land to irrigated valleys, over hills, and on and on – it seemed like forever.   At some point, the cloud cover disappeared, but by that time, the sun was losing it’s punch, and the temp was dropping.  

About the time we left Lewistown – I saw a gathering storm coming out of the west.  I had to stop and roll up Tucker’s window, cause with all that lightening, there was bound to be rain.   At a small town, I had to take a 22 mile detour – a bridge was out.   This detour looped to the west.   Right into Mother Nature’s fury!    Black as night out -   lightening, pouring rain, hail.  Wait, did I say hail?   Yep, damn – hope it didn’t get bad enough to tear the topper.  At the end of the detour, I headed north again -  still in rain – but looking west it was dark as ever – blotting out the mountains I knew were on the horizon.   Look to the east – and it was the afternoon sun – this was about 5:30 in the afternoon.

I finally arrived at my cousin, Diane’s at 6:30 and it was as dark as it would normally be at 10p.m.   It was a cold welcome!   Diane told me that in addition to tornado warnings (very unusual for Montana) there was a winter storm warning for areas above 6000’ – not so very far away as she lives at about 3500’

 It was a cold noisy night – the storm continued until about 1:30 a.m., and round 2 started at about 3 a.m.   But, we awoke to a landscape washed clean, with brilliant blue skies and fluffy white clouds – for those in the south and east – it was like the day after a hurricane.

 Tucker and I attended church services with Diane on Wednesday.  Yes, I said Tucker attended with us, and as usual, he was perfectly behaved.

 We stopped at my niece, Nicki’s antique shop to let her know I had arrived, then headed home for much anticipated naps!!!!

When we arrived, Diane’s computer fella was there, and I asked him about my laptop.  Before I leave here, I’ll have  500gig of hard drive, plus he’ll make my current hard-drive an external one, and he’ll replace the fan.  It will be like having a brand new computer.   And when I pick it up, I hope I can start up-loading photos for my blog again.   

 Until next time

Bear Hugs
Luv ‘Boots & Tucker
And Don’t forget Wee Beastie

She believed she could do it and so she did!

A PAUSE IN TIME

I prepared to leave Grand Forks, packed the truck, chased down Tucker who had escaped (I really must have looked a sight!   Chugging – “running” wouldn’t quite fit the description – down the street, wildly waving my arms at an approaching car, finally cornering Tucker in a neighbor’s garage)

 We said our good bys, and I started off.  Almost immediately, my “check gauges” light came on.   I checked under the hood, thinking, …… well, I don’t know what I was thinking as I had checked

All fluids just before leaving.   Everything looked OK.   Temp gauge was high, but came down as it naturally would – so I started up again.   I barely got on I-29 when the light came on again.   I stopped and this time when I looked under the hood, I noticed a belt didn’t look right.  I looked more closely, and – Oops, the serpentine had snapped!!!!

I called AAA and arranged for a tow, then called cousins Marge and Ray who drove out to where I was.  Ray determined that the A/C compressor was frozen and likely caused the belt to snap.

 In any event, Luv was towed to the dealership where she spent the night.

 What little cash cushion I had is gone, but ………. I once again will have a working a/c.

My plan now is to leave Sunday morning headed to Scranton ND to meet a cousin I’d not met before – to get info on my Grandfather’s side of the family, and maybe to sleuth out a little more info on the “family scandal!”   

 So, let me ask you….. If an event happened over 100 years ago, is it appropriate to try to solve it?   The first generation that it had effect upon are all gone now, and the 2^nd generation – my generation is mostly gone, and who else would care?   Anyway, I’m too curious to let it go now.

 As a teaser – I may not be who I think I am!!!!!

Until next time,

Bear Hugs

Luv ‘n Boots & Tucker, too

 “She believed she could do it, so she did!”

CHUGGING RIGHT ALONG

We got up and on the road fairly early.   I decided to play some music instead of listening to my book.  The first song was Helen Reddy's  "I Am Woman"  Such uplifting music.   Here I am - Single and with the freedom of the open road.  How empowering!!!

While stopped for gas, I chatted with a fella at the next pump.  He had a huge 5th wheel.  I asked him how long he had been hauling it - 15 years and 400,000 miles.  Wow!!!!  He said he was tired of travelling and tired of being re-tired.

As the day went on, I kept moving my next campground stop further west - I eventually made it half of the distance I had left to Grand Forks.  

I found a KOA near Eau Claire, WI.   It was a beautiful setting.   My tent site was in the trees, with a tree lined path to the nearest washroom.  There were no other campers within sight of my tent.

However, the mosquitos were voracious.   After my tent was up, I set my thermacell lantern in the tent to scare out any bugs that had gotten in it.   I then turned off the lanterns - or so I thought.   About 45 minutes or so later, I tasted something in the air - Oops.   I put the lantern outside, pulled off my tent fly (the actual tent is mesh), grabbed Tucker and went for a walk around the camp.  Great.  I'm trying to poisen us - especially wee little Tucker.  By the time we returned, the tent air was clear of what ever is in a thermocell.

I just pulled the fly over the tent, not bothering to tie or peg it.   We then crawled into bed.

Sometime during the nite I awoke to the pitter-patter of little raindrops - I reached out and pulled the fly over the end of the tent, but I was too late -  the bottom of my down comforter was wet, my sheets,  and Tucker's bed  The down comforter still kept me warm though.

Generally, Tucker sleeps at the foot of the bed, on top the covers.   This night was the first time he crawled under the blankets and slept next to me - he was shivering.

We woke at about 5 a.m.  I read a while, then decided to get on the road.  

Wisconsin:   Wisconsin has no regard for travelling pets.   At each rest stop, the pet area was far removed.  The Welcome Center, I had to carry Tucker over piles of construction debris to get to the pet area, and it was nothing to brag about.

At another rest area, I had to walk clear across the picnic area, and across the huge truck parking lot to a narrow swath of mowed weeds - stiff and stickery with piles of cigarette butts, trash and garbage to pick our way around.  It was the worst in all the states I had crossed

I then crossed into Minnesota, and at the very first and every rest stop after that - the pet area was close to the car parking lot, and of lush green grass!  

Just as I arrived in Minnesota, I ran into a severe thunder storm, rain so hard I could barely see in front of the truck.  Luckily the welcome center was within a mile, and I sat out the storm for about 45 minutes before continuing.     I'm reading "Game of Thrones" so it was no hardship.

I safely arrived in Grand Forks ND about 6 p.m. Saturday night.   My truck stuffed with wet gear from the night before.  The rain continued  - it is now Tuesday, and it is still raining.

Next blog will be about discovering family.

Til next time,
Bear Hugs
Luv 'n Boots and Tucker
And don't forget Wee Beastie, also

She believed she could do it so she did

ON OUR WAY - AGAIN

I finally got on the road at 9 a.m. Wednesday – instead of 6 a.m. Monday – but finally, we were on the road.   Over the Potomac bridge, stopped for groceries, through Fredericksburg, where there is a Civil War Battlefield – been there, once.   Located a K-Mart and picked up a one burner stove and some fuel.

On across Hwy 95 – past the Chancellorsville battlefield, stopped for gas, and started through the beautiful rolling hills toward Charlottesville, VA  The green fields are defined by white board fences, and wooded areas.   We rolled pass some magnificent farms – Strawberry Hill,  Tall Oaks, and Bridlespur farms.  The names alone were inspiring.

 About Charlottesville, we started getting some rain.   We continued in and out of showers most of the rest of the day – made it a little past Charlestown WV – which actually was my goal for the day -   Stopped at a KOA for the nite.

For a first night as a camper, Tucker did remarkably well.   He was quiet for the most part, and when he did bark, it was done in his “inside voice”.   I checked in after hours (about 6:30 p.m.) so I needed to wait til the office opened at 9 a.m. to settle my bill.   I was up and raring to go at 6:15; but I put the time to good use – organizing and moving some stuff around – I found the matches – now I have them in my pocket, purse, go-bag, food bag and stove box.  No more dinners of crackers and peanut butter.   I also found my clothes – so I have my pj’s for tonite and clothes for tomorrow all bagged up and ready to go.

 They had 2 pet rules that left me scratching my head -   1) Do not leave pet unattended   2) no pets in buildings.   I asked as I was checking out how I was expected to get a shower.   The manager said since I was travelling alone, to go ahead and take him in with me (private showers)

While I was packing up camp this morning, I set up Tucker’s playpen, and on a whim, I put “Wee Beastie” (Those of you who have followed my blog will remember Wee Beastie as my Teddy Bear)  in with Tucker.  Tucker took one look at him, jumped up and kissed the bear on the nose, knocked him over and promptly crawled on it’s belly and took a nap.   Looks like Tucker has a friend forever, now.

I tried to avoid the heavy traffic in the Chicago area by skirting along Kentucky/Ohio  around Cinncinati (How DO you spell that?)  and Indianapolis.   It may have saved me some traffic and miles, but it sure didn’t save any time – too many 45-55 mph.

 Late in the a.m., my air conditioner quit.  It got a little warm after that.  I was hot and sleepy when I pulled into a rest area with no shady parking spots, of course – but I decided to disobey the sign about pets in the picnic area -   and we sat at a shady table for a bit.   A lady came along walking a tiny Yorkie.   Tucker tried his best to make friends with “Charlie”, but he was afraid of all other dogs, even those smaller than he was.   The lady, Teresa, and I chatted for several minutes.  She and her husband had been missionaries in St. Petersburg Russia for 15 years – raised their children there – lived the life style – a healthy one for all those years – good, basic food, lots of walking to get wherever they wanted to go.   She returned to the US and within 6 months gained 100# and was on several medications.   She said in Russia several of their friends were doctors, but they used the holistic approach – and they all stayed healthy.   She has gone back to basic foods, quit the medications and has lost 40# and is working on the other 60. 

 
What does that have to say about our lifestyle in the US?  Fast food, and doctors who are quick to push the pills.

 Well, it is now about 8:30 pm – we are camped at a KOA about 50 miles west of Indianapolis.   2 more days of heavy travelling to get to Grand Forks ND.

I hope to be up and on the road by around 7 to make up for lost time – get in 450 – 500 miles and hope to find a campsite somewhere along the way (Friday nite of Memorial Day Weekend – wish me luck)

 Until next time

Bear Hugs
Luv ‘n Boots, and Tucker, Too.
And we must not forget Wee Beastie!!!!
"She believed she could, and so she did!"

She believed she could do it, so she did!!!

R. I. P.

Last post, I introduced you to Gabby - my new travelling companion.  This post, I am reporting her death, which was tragic, violent, senseless and needless.  Our hearts are broken.  Brooke even more so, since Gabby was the second of her little dogs to die in less than 2 months.  Gabby had been with Brooke all her live.  She will be missed sorely.

Brooke seemed more concerned about how I would take it than for herself (I was in Virginia Beach at the time)

I returned to Brooke's on a Saturday, and after dinner at the farm on Sunday, Brooke walked in with a bundle and handed it to me - and it started wriggling.   And, so appeared in my life, a 2 1/2 pound bundle of joy.   He had a tag that said:  "Hi, my name is Pumpking and Gabby sent me to help heal your broken heart"     I laughed, I cried.  And he has become my constant companion.  Never more than 6 feet away from me.   He likes to travel, loves people.  I'm looking forward to watching his personality develop.  He visited the vet last week, got a shot, that I'm convinced hit a bone cause he set up such a yowling and didn't stop when the needle was removed - that's why I think it hit a bone - he's so tiny and the needle was so large.   Then, to add insult to injury, he was fixed.

He also told me he didn't particularly like the name "Pumpkin"  so we came to an understanding and he is now known as:  Tucker

I wanted to add photos to this post - but............. I can't find my camera.   I need to find it today, or leave without it.

I'm packing up - Had planned to leave yesterday -  Then changed it to today cause I just finished my sewing projects Sunday.  Then I checked the oil, Oh-oh - I can't leave until I get an oil change which means I have to stay put until tomorrow.   It's raining - started yesterday, and will continue all week - so when I go to town to get the oil change stuff, I'm hauling in clothes to dry.

So, tomorrow morning, I'll be off and runnning.  Headed first for Grand Forks ND then on to Montana for the summer.  The packing seems like an endless task.   I had planned to start last week, but I had a load of trash and recycling in the truck waiting for Dennis to arrive so I could show him where to take it.

Dennis is a friend of Brooke's from way back who has come to be a mentor for Seven, and to help out Brooke.   He can do all that I did, plus a whole lot more.

In any event - once I'm on the road, I'll have a lot more to say

So, until next time:

Bear Hugs

Luv 'n Boots, and Tucker too  (And don't forget Wee Beastie)

"She believed she could do it, so she did"

A FOGGY DAY IN . . . . . .

Well, maybe not foggy, but very drizzly - and I got up early to do laundry and have two loads ready to hang out to dry - fat chance!

I'm headed for Virginia Beach Saturday for a week of relaxation, and to take leave of my friends, and play some cards, and do some shopping for the trip -(There the stores I need are all in about a 2 mile radius - here they are spread up and down a 40 mile length of 301.

I plan to leave here on May 21 - and I'm working on my itinerary as far as Kansas City. At that point, I'm not sure if I am going straight to Denver area, then up to
Montana, or take off for South Dakota from Kansas City and see Mt. Rushmore along the way.

My friend Barb, in Montana will be joining me for camping trips the first of July which is when her job ends. I think visiting mutual friends, hot springs, and tree top walks are on the agenda - or maybe we'll head over to Washington for part of the time. Fruit will be in season - let's see, when last there - it was around the 4th of July and the Cherries were perfect!!!!

Did I tell you I am "with dog" Yep, I'm taking Brooke's smallest dog, Gabbi with me on my travels. Her kennel mate of 9 years died in March, and it was rough on Gabbi - but then she realized she had moved up the ladder in the pack - she was now the Alpha Female - lording it over 12# Boston Terrier - Turbo, and 65# Black Labordor, Jett. She had they pretty well at hand, when Brooke brought home Aspin, a huge, 5 year old Shepherd - much larger than Jett. That really set Gabbi's teeth on edge, literally!. Aspin is in essence, 7's dog and she sleeps in his room. Gabbi joins me in my room at 4:30 a.m. when Brooke leaves for work. Turbo is rarely tolerated in my room - he is prone to "accidents", being the little boy that he is - roughly 1 1/2 years old. The other night, I was sewing in my room, Gabbi was curled up on my bed, when Aspin wandered in to see what was what. Oh, my. First off, Aspin is the gentlest dog. She reminds me of "Nana"? the dog in Peter Pan - when she first arrived and Brooke left for work, she would pace the hallway - wondering where her charges had gone.

Anyway, quick as a wink, Gabbi was on Aspin - she grabbed her by the throat, and as Aspin spun to get out of the way, Gabbi hung on like a fur wrap, flapping in the wind - After the second time, Gabbi and I had a "Go to Jesus" conversation, and I brought Aspin in to see if I could help them reach an accord. Gabbie tolerates her, and I'm sure will try to put her in her place at every opportunity. The funny thing is that Aspin accepts Gabbi as Alpha Female - even though She is 6# to Aspin's approx 85#.

In any event, Gabbi will be travelling with me this summer. I was thinking way back to a visit my cousin made to Montana. She had two young boys, and then had a girl. She was over the moon. She loved to sew, and what I see in my mind's eye, is Judy sitting on the floor, taking little garments out of the suitcase to show us what she had made for her little girl. - Sleepers, nightgowns, dresses, bonnets, rompers, bikini's, ........... Wait? Yes, that was a bikini for a little girl who was just a few months old. Why remember this now? I was sitting at the sewing machine making bandanas, a coat, a harness, and even a personalized tote bag for Gabbi - not to mention, I had already bought her a car seat so she could look out the window while we were travelling.


Speaking of dogs, we seem now to be operating an infirmary. Brooke's friend, Lisa, bumped her tiny Jack Russell - Patches with the car - Nothing is broken, but she is really stove up - her hind quarters are not quite under her control - Brooke brought her home to take care of her - she went to work with Brooke yesterday so she could keep a close eye on her. She's here today, and had some water and food this morning, so she is feeling much better.

Let's see - Brooke's friend Lisa produced a bonny baby boy (Ethan) a couple weeks ago. Two days later, Lisa's cow - Mercedes, produced her first live calf after 4 pregnancies -Can you guess what Lisa named the little bull? Well, think- .......... Benz, of course! The farm has some other impending births, too. The black mare (no name, just the black mare) is due anytime, and Sugar is due to foal in May. Another member of the family, Kimmy - gave birth to a bouncing (10 1/2#) boy last week - named him Colton.

Since it's such a "stay inside" day, I'll finish up some sewing projects, and start packing for Va. Beach.

Until next time

Bear Hugs

Luv 'n Boots (and Gabbi, too)
She believed she could do it, so she did!