The Puppy in His Glory

Well, now, didn't he have fun?

It's not as bad as it seems.

The puppy was given that big stuffed frog for Christmas

specifically so that he would chew that

instead of sofas, chairs, shoes, hats, gloves.

And

it

worked.

Mishmasheroni

During this post-Thanksgiving weekend, everything is a jumble - what I call 'mishmasheroni':  clearing up from the holiday, catching up with mail and chores, and creating order on the desk to return to a work-in-progress.

In the midst of this bustle, two photographs arrived. 

This first one (above) is of my six-year-old grandson being a soldier.  

That's a crab pot strainer helmet.  

Of course.

When my own son was young, I didn't buy him toy guns,

but he fashioned guns out of sticks 

and helmets out of pots

nonetheless.

The second photo (below) came from my friend Louise. Her dog had pups.  Two of them:

I mean: really.

Who could resist these?

They will be trained by Fidelco to be guide dogs.

Lucky future owners, mm?

And that is my mishmasheroni for today.

I hope you're having a good weekend, wherever you are.

Love That Dog: the Puppy

Remember the grandchildren's new puppy?  

He found a cozy basket retreat:

Remember what puppies do?

They chew.

And they chew.

But you love them anyway, don't you?

Puppy

Children with New Puppy

The grandchildren got a new puppy. 

They'd been hoping and dreaming and wishing.  

Look at these faces.

Lucky children.

Lucky dog.

Bliss.