I'm granddog-sitting this weekend. He's a chihuahua mix, very docile, and his name is Pinky (though he's not pink at all). I think I'll call him Huckleberry. Or Bruiser. I had forgotten what it was like to have a dog who could hear in the house. Poor Peppy, who can't hear, has taken a liking to little Huckleberry, but I don't think Huck is too fond of being mauled. Healthwise, Peppy is doing pretty well considering the cancer and diabetes. He's seems to have gotten a burst of fresh energy since Huckleberry got here last night.
Weeks just fly by these days. I can remember, over the days of my past my life, hearing people say that the older you get, the faster time flies. I know that time really isn't moving any faster (nor am I) but the feel of it moves extremely fast. I can't believe we are well into March already.
Ole Boy and I love to get out and do things on the weekends. We take rides up to Lawrenceburg and Ethridge and visit the Mennonite community, where we buy fresh bread, garden vegetables and watermelons. (NEVER try their butter! ::::shudder::::) We also ride over to Huntsville and go to Monte Sano State Park...or to the Dismals, or Cane Creek. Wheeler Dam is also a nice place to visit. It's getting near that time of the year where we can go and do these things. Not today...rain will stop us. And Huckleberry. He's so little, he got right out of the fence within minutes of being put in the back yard yesterday, so we have to keep a close eye on him.
The rain is really coming down now...makes me want a nap.
Have a wonderful weekend, even if yours is a wet one like mine!
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