Art Wortd Coop

What a week. My husband lost his 95 year old Grandfather Tuesday morning and we spent the day with family. Whitman was a very sweet old guy and a real character. At 95 if you aren't called a character then you aren't having enough fun. It is often tough in family situations like these to feel like you can do enough for folks. I made tea and tried to make sure everyone had something to drink, but other than that I felt pretty helpless. Everyone is sad and misses him yet at 95 there is more of a feeling and need to celebrate his life, and share old stories. As a newcomer in my husband's family it is fun to hear all the old stories for the first time.

When we returned home that evening Dan found a stray puppy that had been dumped in the neighborhood. We were both exhausted from the day, and his phone kept ringing with loose end problems at his work. Still we worked together for over 2 hours, bathing this little guy, and picking over 100 tics off of his inner ear flaps. He was so covered in tics I do not know how he had a drop of blood left in him. It felt really nice to be able to do something for this little guy after a day of loss. He is a happy little fellow now and ready for adoption. The Scotties do not know what to make of him. I think they can tell he is just a visitor.

If you live in Dallas: please ask around and let me know if you may know of a good home for him. He is at the perfect age for adoption.