Vacation?

Last May when Mom's boss asked everybody to fill out a vacation schedule, Mom signed up for the last two weeks of July. Our dogsitter had to go away and with the price of gas, Mom is going to stay home. She plans to get a lot done but I'll bet she doesn't get everything done.

She is playing around with a sort mystery novel. Such complicated stories take time and you can't write unless you feel like it.

Mom is also trying to get a story to submit for the Writer's Club.

Tomorrow is Saturday and she better finish up by Sunday.

Today Mom and Dad did some yard work. Hot, Hot, Hot.
Mom's next story about her dogs follow.

My husband and I have just taken in another "Free" dog. We decide to take him to the vet as we were told he had never had his shots. We were also told this dog was well over a year old.We named him Hans.
The vet was a good vet but spoke with an accent that was hard to understand. I told him the story about getting the dog. "Not year old. Nine months puppy."
"You mean he will get bigger?" I asked.
"Of course," said the vet. "Look at feet. Nine months puppy.
He was right of course. Nine months puppy later turned into 110 pound dog. Fortunately he was a gentle dog who loved to play. He had a few games he played by himself. One seemed to be to see how many tennis balls he could get in his mouth a one time. A
Another game he liked to play was to put his paw on a tennis ball and sink it in his kiddie pool. When he let go of it, it would pop up to the top and he would grab it in a motion something like diving for apples.
He had a kiddie pool because he kept tipping over his water bowl and would be without water until we got home. He learned the pool was a good place to cool off and was often seen lying down in his pool.
It wasn't long before he found a way to get out of his kennel. We thought someone was letting him out. He would usually be lying on the front porch waiting for us. However, this was not always the case. He got picked up several times for running loose. One day when my mother was taking care of him at my house, a cruiser drove into the yard and there was Hans Sitting up in the back seat enjoying the ride. My poor mother got a warning.
Another game was to drop a ball in front of the lawnmower. Somewhere, sometime he knew we would stop, pick it up and throw it. He would do this until we were done mowing or locked him up.
There are lot's of stories about Hans. We had him for nine years.
During that time, one of the young men who worked for my husband had to give up their dog.It was a puppy about 6 months old. They had a little girl and a new baby. The dog was not housebroken and was too much for the mother to handle. We took him with the stipulation that if the little girl missed him too much, we would give him back. This offer was good for one month.
We knew this one would grow and he did until he was as big as Hans
He had already been named Thor. He new his name and we liked it.
More about Hans & Thor next time.

My quote for today is also by Maya Angelou.

"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today. life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."