A Gift of Time!

Got up this morning and realized it was earlier than I first thought. Yippee! An extra hour has entered my life! This is great.

Went to a Halloween party last night dressed as a clothes basket of dirty clothes. Costume completed with a singing dog that wore a bandana on his head singing 'Born To Be Wild' sitting in the dirty clothes.
Yes, I am just a puzzle waiting to be solved...with a piece missing!

It was a nice party, but it was good to get home and out of the basket. The doggies were good while we were gone, glad for that as I was too tired to have to clean up any messes after taking a shower to get the gook out of my hair and the smeared on black eye make up off my face and hands. They are good boys most all of the time, unless some one knocks on the door when I am gone, or there is a storm going on.

For some reason the blue greyhound decides to pee...or poop, on the floor to keep the 'would-be' unwanted visitors at bay. Or so we (blue dog and I) would like to think. I am sure others think him such a coward and that he is really just getting the excrement scared out of him, but blue dog and I know better!

Speaking of storms...this is another area where blue dog rocks. He will let you know if there is one within 100 miles of the place by suffering a nearly complete mind loss which seem to be partially restored by putting on his 'storm defender' cape. With his storm defended cape (complete with his name embroider on it) he can take on almost any storm! I do think the three-legged dog is quite jealous of 'Super Blew' during storm season!

BTW, three-legged dog is doing very well. He went in to get his final stitches out and a white cell blood panel done. Everything went swimmingly. Later I received a call from the vet telling me that the tests came back fine, except for one little area that was down just a bit, but nothing to be concerned about. So they faxed the result to the three-legged dog's oncologist and I guess if there is a problem, the oncologist will call.

We are thinking of adding a third greyhound to our family here. Since we are used to having eight of them and are down to two, one with only three legs and the blue dog getting older and unable to be alone without 'compiling' his anxiety on the tile in the kitchen....it seems the way to go. Three is a good number. I like three...it is one of my favorite numbers, like 9 or 13. Ummmmm...better stick with three.

Let's see what Sunday brings.