We had Christmas with my oldest daughter, April, and her family yesterday. (We ate black-eyed peas, cabbage, cornbread and brisket. We always eat the peas and cabbage for luck and prosperity---an old Southern tradition that goes back to the Civil War and beyond). April is making me this fabulous quilt. She was almost finished, bless her heart. She did a lot of embroidery and hand work so it took her longer than she thought it would. It's got flowers, a dragonfly, a cat and even a spider web (I like garden spiders) on it. What a fabulous gift of love. The backing is a soft, furry, pink fabric. I can't wait to curl up under it!
This is Bentley, Taylor's new Chocolate Lab puppy (my grandpuppy). Taylor's old dog, Clover, got hit by a car last month and he was very sad. April and Brian found this puppy in a newspaper ad and got him the weekend before Christmas. He was a bargain ($25) because the owners didn't have papers on him. Cody (our Golden Retriever) stayed with them while we were out of town and April said he was jealous of Bentley.
His squeaky chew-toy is a chicken. He likes to sleep with his head on Brian's old boots. April said he's afraid of their chickens and turkeys, thank goodness! She said he's also afraid of the mule, the pig and the goose (they're a tribe of three....long, funny story for later).
Every dog needs a boy to harass him, right? I told Taylor he was used to having cats to play with, not heavy puppies! Bentley wasn't complaining, though.
His squeaky chew-toy is a chicken. He likes to sleep with his head on Brian's old boots. April said he's afraid of their chickens and turkeys, thank goodness! She said he's also afraid of the mule, the pig and the goose (they're a tribe of three....long, funny story for later).
Every dog needs a boy to harass him, right? I told Taylor he was used to having cats to play with, not heavy puppies! Bentley wasn't complaining, though.
He is so cute! If only they'd stay little puppies longer. Look at those eyes. I never really cared much for dogs until we got Cody about 7 years ago. That dog is so sweet....he's really a compassionate man in a fur coat. If ever I cry (which is often, and no, I don't need a reason) and he's in the room, he comes up to me and lays his head in my lap. I told Ray the dog would be a great grief counselor.
"One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why." ~Author Unknown
"Happiness is a warm puppy." ~Charles Schulz
Love & Blessings,
~*~Marion~*~
