Lucky at Lunch
Mood:  lucky
Topic: Ma Nature
I had lunch with mom- Chicken salad spiral with sundried cranberries, lettuce and carrots- and returned home to find a large thick pine branch lying in the driveway right where I park the Scooby. Thankyou mom for inviting the car and I to lunch!

Had a fantastic brownie as well...mmm!

It is extremely windy here, 65mph wind warning. The rain came through and is gone so we have sunshine, blue skies and howling wind. It is also trash day, so the cans are rolling around the road and the lids will need to be tracked down. I am doing work - waiting for checks on 4 new Team ID projects!- and Reilly is doing this:

She loves that ball. I sewed it up for her after she unstuffed it to Kill Squeeky!! so it now resembles a bean more than a soccer ball.

For the record- Jeff says a second dog will NOT have to shake gold coins out of his ear for him to consider the idea. But it would require a lot of convincing. We'll talk.

I think if we might like to have 2 dogs, then we should think about it proactively instead of reactively: what would that process acceptably be like? Considering what we learned from the Kaylee Fiasco.

- researching breeds, choosing one, finding a breeder and waiting on a litter?
- wait for an appropriate time of year (such as june when Raye is home to help me all summer) and find a male baby pup at Sterling/ Salem?
- rescue a promising young male from a shelter with sufficient information and actual meet and greet?
- other?

problems with the way we got Kaylee
-Brought here sight unseen, could not meet Reilly before a decision was made, had to rely on the judgement and description of strangers
-had been in the shelter too long and thus developed behavioral issues that required intensive work not appropriate for a family with an existing dog and a child to handle
-adult female= worse odds with Rei

Rei loves Timber. He is our neighbors' puppy. When we go up the road when he is outside, she makes noises to him. We'd call it crying or whining, but she isn't SAD, she is excited and wants him to come over and play. Days ago, we had a quick play time with Timber on our way to school bus and she got real low and rolled down the snowbank on her side. He rolled with her. They got up and rolled again and lay on their bellies in the snow whuffling their snouts under the snowballs. Yes it WAS cute.

She met Buster, a JR Terrier who has no idea that he is only marginally bigger than a cat. He rears up and puts his chest against Reillys, and she opens her mouth to say Yaaaawwwww!, they bow, and she gets real low to put her head under him and catch his front legs. She knows how to play with the young and small or the small and mighty. When she plays with dogs her own size, she can go full force, and the body slams and tumbles and leaps she has in her matches with Hobie are the stuff WOWS are made of.