at 8 a.m., it was a cozy refuge out of the cold, damp wind. Clementine, obviously, was not impressed. She is not an "early" bird. The room inside had posts for postings. One hand-written sign read:
Free to good home sweet, loveable, cuddly.. ." an entire page devoted to the virtues of a stray dog somebody found. Only at the end did the dog-donor mention that said dog was a pit bull (but obviously people-trained)..
On the other side of the post, an equally lengthy, typed notice begged someone to hire their former nanny who was "sweet, caring, devoted.. ."
There they were, on opposite sides of the post, two creatures in need of meaning, family, love. If only the Pit Bull donor and the Nanny donor could read each other's ads, could find each other. The Nanny and the Pup could have a beautiful friendship. And sounds like the folks in this town really care about those they have to leave behind. We can dream.
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Our day was the same here. Took ruthie to doc and no sign of neurological problems re: ear and balance problem. more details at doc appointment next week but relief is no brain tumor or any other shananigans upstairs.
Daddy would have loved this blogging thing; all this virtual traveling. I'll share with ruthie in a couple of days.
Thanks, Sis!
We arrived in Santa Fe but are having trouble getting wi fi at our host's house, even though they have it. we simply must go to a coffeehouse (oh punishment).
more later, when we can update.Right now I'm on the host's compter so I have no access to pix.
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