Twins For Sure

One of my friends has a sheep dog who has fallen for me. At 6 years of age, Harriet thinks she’s a lap puppy despite her 85 pounds of girth. 

She sits by my chair with eyes that beg for an invitation to come up. Sometimes (most times) she hops up without an invite!

I think Harriet and I have a lot in common. The hair color gives it away. Twins for sure!

If you want a well-behaved grown up dog, don’t get a sheep dog!  

If you don’t mind an 85-pound “puppy” planting her butt on your lap and blocking your view of the TV all night, a sheep dog just might be for you. 

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Hello Again, It's Nearly Fall...

 It's been a long time. I thought I'd check in and see how many people are still blogging from the old days. Blogger has changed so much, I had to work my way through how to post all over again.

I'm still in the midwest, out on the prairie. Youngest Daughter and grandson said they are reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's book, The Long Winter, about her life on the prairie as a child.

Youngest Daughter's last text said the Ingalls family was huddled in the kitchen trying to keep warm. Snow had nearly made movement outside impossible, and the cow stopped giving milk due to lack of nourishment. 

To make matters worse for the Ingalls, snow blocked the train from making deliveries to their small town, so seemingly there was no hope in sight...a hard scrabble life for sure!

Maybe reading The Long Winter will make life look pretty good for all of us right now.

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