Happy Birthday Sid

Our good friend had a birthday on Monday. Mom made him a carrot cake using Splenda. There are several diabetics in our little circle of friends and buddies. Mom knows there are still carbs to be counted but using Splenda helps to cut down on the "NO, NO's".

Too bad they hadn't invented Splenda when Mom owned the restaurant,she had several vegetarian choices but no deserts for diabetics.

Mom left off on her stories after selling the restaurant and having to give away their dogs. She and Dad took their sailboat and headed south. That whole experience including the people they met along the way could make a book in itself.

Several years passed, Mom and Dad were back and had put some money from the sale if the Inn in the bank. There was enough for a down payment on a house and to buy a car. They bought an old house and began to restore it. Out came windows, walls, floors etc. All this mess while they were living in it. I heard Mom tell someone that at one point there were no walls between rooms, not even the bathroom. No peeking!

Well, on to next story......



We had a house with a lot of land for a dog. Off we went to the pound where we got a beautiful German Shepard. We put up a sort of kennel in a shady spot of the yard. This dog dug himself out as fast as we could fill in the holes. One day my husband lugged some big rocks and filled in the holes and put the rest around the bottom of the fence.

Before my husband walked back into the house that @$%^* dog was out and gone. He pulled out those stones as if they were pebbles. Using his front paws, he just scooped them out.

We decided we were going to have to dig out around the fence and fill it with cement. Since we didn't have a chance before we left for work, we put him in the garage for the day. Plenty of food, water, and a blanket to sleep on. What more could he want? Freedom, which he got when he dove through the garage window.

We fixed the kennel again and for several days he was in it when we got home. My husband put a leash on him to walk him to the house. That dog lit out like his tail was on fire. He was headed for the house. My husband barely touched the ground trying to hold on to that dog. Tomorrow it's your turn said the man of the house.

Much to everyone's surprise he walked like an angel with me.

We decided we had better find another home for him before he scared the neighborhood to death. He was friendly but when he ran toward you at 30MPH with his teeth showing. Most people didn't believe he was just trying to greet them. I wasn't sure myself. We put an ad in the paper. Free to good home. Needs lots of room to run. We found him a nice home. I never have given a dog to another person without checking them out.

We did not have him long. Maybe 2-3 weeks.


Dad and I were living, working, and trying to restore an old house.

One day may sister, Susan, showed up at my door with a young dog.

He was part black lab and part something quite large. "Do you want another dog she asked. We listened to the sob story of how and why he needed a home and she couldn't take him.

He was kind of cute in a gangly sort of way. I thought, well he's not a puppy so he wouldn't be getting bigger. Right?

Next time, the nine month old puppy.



My quote for today is by Maya Angelou.



"I've learned that people will f0rget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."