Where Does E-Mail Hide?

There's a lot going on this week. A lot of us are watching the Olympics. Rob and I caught a little of the skiing and skating over the weekend, but the last two evenings have been taken up with The Westminster Dog Show.


Congratulations to Sadie, the Scottish Terrier who won the show this year. She's been a big winner with 111 Best In Show wins. That's really big! Also, congratulations to LadyBug, the Portuguese Water Dog who finished third in the Working Group.

Personally, I thought this was the worst production of the Westminster show I've ever watched. The announcer had a terrible time reading his script and mispronounced several of the breeds. He skipped one altogether and read the same description twice. He could also be heard complaining several times over the air about various things. Not very professional. The camera angles were also bad. We saw more of the judge's rump than we did the dogs.

Last weekend Fudge was feeling romantic and sent valentines to several doggie girls that he finds very attractive. Each of them answered him and some sent him valentines in return. He wants me to show off his valentines.






I was sick over Christmas and didn't pay much attention to my houseplants. My Christmas Cactus decided to wait till I was feeling better to flower. There were a few scattered blooms at the holidays, but now they're both in full bloom.

This is the old girl who flowers every winter for me and has for over thirty years.


This is the newer plant. The secret seems to be a bright, cool place.


The dogs and I have been snacking on animal crackers in the afternoons. It started when I was sick and could only eat bland food. Animal crackers fit that description. When I was restocking this weekend I found these. What better snack for water dogs than Sea Creature animal crackers? They tasted really good, more buttery than the regular ones.

Now for an apology. Several of you have sent me e-mails over the last several months that I never received. Yesterday my e-mails found me. 8419 e-mails to be exact. Where have they been? They went back almost two years. There were a couple from people who I had requested information from and when I never received an answer, I got annoyed. I apologize. You did answer and the great email hiding place was holding your answers.

I skimmed thru all eight thousand, deleting a hundred at a time. I'm hoping that now that g-mail knows I'm here, they'll let my mail come thru and not hold it in outer space for months or years at a time.

Now back to fun stuff.

Samba found a big stick.


This may not look like much to you, but it puts a big smile on my face. To see Samba chewing a big stick is a great accomplishment.


Dr B says she has 90% of her jaw movement back.


We'll settle for 90%. She's in no pain and having very few side effects from the steroids, except the hair loss. The hair on her legs has grown back in, but her tail is practically naked and she's lost a lot of hair on her body. No problem. We have sweaters and jackets for the cold weather and soon it'll be warm again. She also has a good chance of growing the hair back as the dosage drops.


Not to be outdone, Morgan had to have a big stick, too.


Morgan is a power chewer.


Bailey felt the need to get in on the stick chewing. It was a good way to pass a lovely afternoon.

Let Them Eat Cake

Today is a big day. It's Valentine's Day and Fudge's Birthday.
We need to celebrate.

This morning Rob went out for a while and when he came home, look at what he brought with him.


Real cupcakes. 24 of them, enough for each of us to have two.


Norma Jean is still in the cone of shame. This is a new fancy padded one. She cracked two of the clear plastic ones this week, so now she can't see as well, but this one seems to be working.


It's a nice padded nylon that doesn't hurt nearly as much when she crashes into the backs of our legs.


It wasn't snowing yet, but it sure was cold when we went outside to party. The dogs didn't seem to mind the cold.


Morgan was thinking about those little cakes.


Sky is always ready to eat.


Tsar though he smelled cake.


Here come the little cakes.


We divided them up to keep control of the situation. The first five were ready to get started.


Sky's tongue got started before he even tasted the cake.


The little cakes were just the right size to pop into their mouths.


Tsar was tired of waiting and stood up to get his.


He licked all the frosting off before eating the cake.


Sky saw that it worked for Tsar, so he tried it too.


The birthday boy had a turn.


Then this group each had a second cupcake.


Tsar thought they were really good and thought it would be really nice if there were some more.


Then the next group came outside. Noah, Tess, Lola and Bailey sat nicely waiting for their turns.


Notice that Tsar is trying to sneak into this group and get some more cake.


Bailey decided that she likes cake, as if there was any doubt.


Noah had no trouble getting his share.


Lola likes cake, too.


Tess is learning to sit up nicely to ask for a treat.


Here we go on round two.


Noah gets his second cupcake.


Poor Norma Jean had to celebrate wearing her hat. It was a little messy, but that didn't stop her.


There were four cupcakes left. Those were for Rob and me. We added some biscuits for our buddies, and went back inside to warm up.


I poured some hot coffee and Rob and I sat at the table to enjoy our cupcakes.


Happy Birthday, Fudgie.

Warning!!

There's something Coming up, but I can't remember what it is.

I'm sure there's a special event coming soon.


Noah says there's an important date coming soon. But what is it?


There it is circled on the calendar. February 14, just a few days away.

Does that mean Rob will bring me a heart shaped box of candy? Is that the important event?


I asked Sky if he knew what was happening on February 14.


Sky says he thinks it has something to do with food. Sky thinks everything has something to do with food.


Now I remember. We'll be wearing funny hats like this one......

Except for the one member of the family that will be wearing this hat.


How could we forget? February 14 is Fudge's birthday. He'll be five years old.


Everybody mark your calendars. It's sure to be a big event. Fudge doesn't do anything quietly.