Polly...Never Far From My Side...No Matter...

She is never far from my side...{yesterday, she was so weak, I helped her down the stairs, and into her chair... told her to stay, while I prepared some morsels, to entice her to eat.... I was at the other end of the house....when I turned, to go back to her...there she was...laying on the floor, 10 feet from me... I don't know how she made it back up the stairs by herself...Best Friends...oh my...} This image is of her, this morning, while I was on the blog... We have hardwood floors... tho, I leave my bedroom door open, so she can go back to bed, she rarely does... too far away from me...I'm out of her sight... I have tried throw rugs, for her... but she is partial to my Vintage Indian Blanket Coat... I throw it on the floor, in the Sun...and she'll lay down...She had a big hunk of ham, and a nice cheese omelet, for breakfast....Still... not touching her food... or certain cheeses...she likes the Blue Stilton...the Havarti...not so much... She slept well, last night... I always worry about blood clots, after surgery.... we have had such bad luck, with our Beloved Best Friends...I kept waking up in the night...to make sure she was breathing... Scary...so Scary...

I have a long day ahead...Sold a Huge Entry, that is buried in the Little Shop...It's going to be a real mess... But...another Change...it will be good...

Have a Great Day...

Barb C.

{I had to put this song on...this morning...it reminds me of my Dad... and...I think he would agree...about the Old Dogs...and Children...I will be putting another song on, in the morn, that IS my Dad...Peg always says, as I share stories about Dad, how she knows him...because, I am just like him....I gotta tell ya...after listening to these songs... I am, much like my Dad...{ he never drank, or smoked...nor...did he ever know I did...oh dear..} But...the kindness, towards Critters...and Love of Life...the Love of Old Trucks....Rusty Things...Elderly Folk...anything, from a Farm... that's my Dad... It's been a long time since I listened to the song, I'll play tomorrow... maybe a good thing...{I shed a few tears, listening to it this morning...}It came out when I was 10...Dad was 60...I can remember how I thought Tom T. Hall Must have written it for my Dad...Now I listen to it...and think...he wrote it for me...Guess Peg was right...}