Ok... it's time to ask if anyone has any suggestions for me to deal with Miss Bitchet (new name). I'm going to ask Joanne about this when I go to work, but any help any of you might have on this would be greatly appreciated.

Before Gidget started sleeping on the bed with me, she was very protective of her room (cage) at night. She didn't have a problem during the day, but at night when we'd go to bed and I'd shut the cage door, she got really vicious looking and growled and would snap at the door when I closed it. She never bit me or anything, but she probably would have if I had stuck my hand in there. After it was closed, she would just go to sleep. She loved her room, and (again) when she'd go in there during the day, I could put my hand in there and pet her with no problem.

Well... she's been sleeping with me now since Chris was here... about 3 weeks, and up until night before last, we didn't have any problems. She loves sleeping on the bed, and I love having a dog in bed with me again. But.....

In the middle of the night Tuesday, I got chilly, so I reached to the bottom of the bed to grab the blanket I keep down there. All of a sudden she growled viciously and snapped at me. I didn't want to get bit, so I threw the blanket over her head. She wasn't happy about it, but I got my blanket, and we both fell back to sleep. I was hoping it was just because maybe I had startled her, and maybe she woke up too quickly to know it was me.

However, last night while getting in bed, she sat on the bed looking REALLY vicious and almost dared me to get in. I didn't yell but sternly told her to knock it off. I really wanted to just smack her, but even if I had tried, I'm sure I would have gotten bit. She guarded half of the bed, and pretending to ignore her (as to not give her power over me) I moved a little further down from where she was and slid in. She continued to growl until she laid down (just a few seconds, but still not appropriate). Around 3:00 this morning, I got out of bed for a few minutes, and when I got back in, she continued laying down but her head came up and she gave me that same attitude. I'm at a loss as to how to deal with this. I wish she could understand the words "THIS IS MY BED NOT YOURS". I know she wants to think she's Alpha around here, but she's got another think coming.

I've decided to put her back in her room tonight. I know she's going to hate it now after sleeping so soundly and comfortably the past few weeks, but I'll be darn if I'm gonna give my bed over to her. She'll probably bark for God knows how long, so I'll have to make sure all the windows are closed so she won't wake the neighbors.

It's going to be another hot day today, so I'm going to get as much done as I can this morning before the humidity sets it. Might have storms later this afternoon, but right now it's beautiful and sunny out. It's only 8:15 and already 81 degrees. Thank God for air conditioning.

Ok... gotta go. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.

Love, Hugs & Belly Rubs

I'm editing this post to let you know that Joanne confirmed my thoughts. Gidget is no longer welcome on the bed. She said terriers, especially, try to take ownership of things, and as sweet as they can be, will take control over what they believe to be theirs. WELL.. THAT BED IS NOT HERS. Joanne said she could roam the house or sleep wherever she wants but not on the bed. Nope... she's not gonna sleep wherever she wants... she's going to sleep in her cage, and she can be as protective of that as she wants... it's HER room. If I left her loose at night, she'd just end up back in the bed. I miss Mike so much... I never had problems like this with him... I guess I just got really lucky with him.

I was having a really tough day yesterday... couldn't figure out what wa wrong with me. I'm sure the fact that there was no work for me had a big part in it but not enough to make me as bad as I was. I went the entire day with absolutely no motivation at all. I had to force myself to even make toast when I got really hungry. Everything was an effort. I tried reading... couldn't comprehend even one sentence at a time. Tried to listen to a cd from a conference I had gone to, and all the words seemed garbled. Tried to watch tv, and it made me nauseous. And of course, nothing got done around here. Around 5:30 I MADE myself put Gidget in the car, and we went for a ride to the lake where Mike and I always use to go to watch the sunset. You don't have to walk there since the parking area is right by the lake, and you can just sit and watch the waves hit the shore. It's really beautiful there. We only stayed around 20 minutes though, and then we went to my daughter's house for a little while so Gidget could meet Scrappy (that was a trip).

Anyway.. it wasn't until I got home and started getting ready for my shower that I FINALLY realized what had been bothering me. Yesterday was 19 years ago that my Mom was in a coma. Of course, I remembered the day before (the 21st) that this was the day her aneurysm burst, and even though it's a sad time, I've learned over the years to deal with it. But yesterday, for some reason, I hadn't thought of time past. However, my sub-concious took over for me and was dwelling on it all day. I wish I had thought of that earlier in the day... I would have been able to deal with it better. Today (the 23rd) is the day she went Home to Jesus. It's just unbelievable how fast time goes by. I can remember every single moment of those three days. Mom was the best friend I ever had. My entire life we were as close as any mother/daughter could be. In the earlier years after her death, there were times I couldn't function or go to work on the anniversary of her death, but as time went on, I learned to deal with it and get on with my life. But yesterday... because it seemed buried in the sub-concious, I guess my mind thought I wouldn't able to deal with it again... I wish my sub-concious had asked me... I would have told it, I'll be fine with it... much better than not dealing with it and being a lump all day. Well... life goes on, and I will too. At 1:00 today, I'll remember Mom passing, and I'll tell her I love her again, but then I'll go on with my day.

Ok.. on to something that will make you laugh. As I said.. yesterday I took Gidget over Michelle's and let her meet Scrappy for the first time. WELLLLLLLLL... Miss Bitchet (my new name for her sometimes) decided she was immediately going to show Scrappy that SHE was the Alpha in Scrappy's house. Oh my gosh... it was a hoot. They first met while still on leashes outside, so it was pretty natural for them to both bark at each other... especially Scrappy because it was HIS territory. But Miss Bitchet didn't want to stop even after Scrappy backed off. Eventually, after we had been in the house for awhile and Scrappy was lose in his domain again, I allowed Bitchet to move around further and further on the retractable leash. She was fine for awhile and wandered through the house, checking things out. Scrappy was laying between the couch and the coffee table, not wanting to be bothered, and Miss Bitchet demanded attention from him by going right up to his nose and yipping in his face. Any time Scrappy went someplace else in the apartment, she would follow him, and then again, yip in his face or try to herd him where she wanted him to be. She was being such a diva ... demanding attention and respect from him every moment. What a brat. I'm sure if they were in a fenced yard, they would have been running around and playing like old friends, but being restrained (and knowing she could bully Scrappy) she was just being bitchy. I wish she'd learn to behave herself... I swear, I try not to compare her to Mike, because she's nothing like him, but I wish (in this case) she'd be more like him.


Sequia said...

Hi Jo, It has been 1 1/2 years since my CJ left me and I still have periods of hurting bad. Sometimes I catch myself calling Dexter "CJ"!
I am glad that the meds are helping. Thanks to Dexter, I am forced to walk and try to go a bit farther (hasn't happened for awhile though)every few days. I am still in constant pain but not stiff like I am in the winter.
Alex, I couldn't help but laugh when you said you were feeling "old" because of falling off the skateboard! I have no idea how old you are but my gosh you are a brave woman and I agree with Jo, you should feel young attempting that sort of sport!!!

June 23, 2009 8:00 AM

Sequia said...

Ok, after reading about the time you had together with your son, I am in tears. I am so glad that you have a good relationship with your son. Having no family at all (except for my son)it is nice to hear when families are close.
PS I bet that your son now knows about you monetary situation!!!LOL If he follows your blog!
Hugs, luv ya,
Cynthia

Hey Cynthia... The legs are acting up again. I wasn't even able to walk to the back of the property yesterday. Got half way back and had to turn around. It was really hard getting back to the patio to sit down.
I had to giggle too when Alex talked about aging. I think she's in her late 20's, and she's cute as a button. You can see her picture on my friends on FaceBook. She's a doll baby. She's had a hard life, and I just thank God that things have turned around for her and she now has found the happiness that she deserves.

Well all.. I "finally" will have a few hours of work today, so I'm gonna get going. I'm posting a pic of Scrappy on here so you can see the adorable pup that Bitchet went after. Actually, Michelle got a great pic of her going after Scrappy... it looks like she's yelling at him. When she e-mails it, I'll post it.

Hope everyone has a wonderful day.

Love & Blessings

We had some really awesome thunder storms last night, and there's still a warm gentle rain right now. I just love this weather... AND MY CAR IS CLEAN!!! LOL I was thinking I should have left the car doors open and let the rain clean the inside too. LOL

Thank goodness Gidget is fine with the thunder and lightening except when it's really close to the house... then I jump too, but at least she doesn't cower or anything. She's really doing great now (about time). We're still working on the barking, but even that's getting better. I just wish I could take her to the park more often and get her use to seeing other dogs without going nuts, but my legs aren't quite ready for that yet. Joanne gave me a gentle leader to put on her to control her while we're walking, but she's impossible to get it on her. I managed to get it over her snout twice, but by the time I went to click it, she had already gotten out of it. I can just picture me in the back seat of the car trying to put this thing on while she's flailing around... by the time we'd be ready to go for a walk, I'd be ready for a nap. She is sooooooooooo feisty.

I think the Plavix is helping my legs. Yesterday, I was able to walk all the way to the back of the property and back to the house again before having to sit down. In the past week, I was able to walk to the back, but only half way back to the house before they'd cramp up on me. The Plavix is pretty expensive, but if it works, it'll be a heck of a lot better than having the surgery to put the stints in.

Alex said...

I'm so sorry you are still hurting over Mike. But it's understandable, of course. I think it took me a year to get over Bobby. I used to keep a journal called "Letters to Bobby" and I would write to him most everyday. It helped; feeling like I was talking to him all the time. It really felt like he was listening, too.
What's going on that you have trouble walking? Is it just age? I'm finding that I have too many aches and pains due to age as well. I just recently started helping out at skateboarders for christ and I've had a few falls. That with a messed up shoulder and now a swollen knee from skateboarding really makes me feel old. Except that I have so much fun! One of the girls is teaching me to skate on the ramps. It's scary but a blast at the same time.
I had the same problem with overspending this month and now am really in the hole. I hate having to use my credit cards to live but unless a miracle happens that is what I will have to do this month. And I know that my situation is my own fault and I don't deserve any miracles. But, you never know since God is a God of grace.
I really spent too much credit last month when I finally got my eyes checked and new glasses. That cost $300. And then to have my car towed from the flood (Oh yes, I mistook a river for a puddle in the storm we had last month)which cost me $500 in a deductible...well...you can see where this is going. But thank God it wasn't totalled!
Thankfully my guys have been healthy. And they have been enjoying having Kevin (my new boyfriend who lavishes them with attention) over here everyday. Even Shakespeare has taken to him. Now THAT'S A MIRACLE!
Well, now that I have your blog bookmarked again I can keep checking in. I really miss following you guys...I'm glad you have been faithful in keeping in touch. I miss hearing about Mikey as well.
Take care...I love you!
Alex

June 16, 2009 10:08 PM

Oh Alex... It sounds so wonderful to hear you happy. A far cry from last year at this time. As far as getting old, well, you've got a long time before you have to worry about that, and if you continue to be as active as you are now, you'll never have to worry about feeling old. The bumps and bruises from the skateboard should actually make you feel younger. After all... kids fall off skateboards all the time (don't they?). I tried getting on one ONCE, and that was enough for me. LOL

And you've got a boyfriend now too!!! Hot dog!!! He's a lucky man. I'm glad the kids are doing so well and that they like Kevin too. I think with you being so much more relaxed (and feeling confident and "safe") now, that the peace you feel is rubbing off on Shakespeare and Maleah.

Give those little ones a bunch of belly rubs from me, and I'm sending you a humongous hug.

Well all... gonna get going. It looks like it's clearing up outside. It's only 70 degrees out, but the humidity is at 90%... making it pretty uncomfortable now. It's nicer outside than it is inside. For some reason, my house gets stifling in the summer and freezes in the winter. I'm almost thinking of turning the AC on for a little while.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend with great weather and nothing but good health.

Love, Blessings & Belly Rubs
Jo, Angel Mike and Gidget

Two Months Ago Today....

Well... it's been two months since my boy left me. I wish I could say it's getting easier to live without him, but in all honesty, it's even harder. I feel like my right arm was torn off and flung into the ocean or something. I know how hard death can be on the loved ones left behind... I've been through that more than I'd like to remember, but for some reason, my Mike leaving really tore a hole from my heart. I just have to keep remembering how blessed I was to have him at all and especially for the length of time we were together.

I read something in an e-mail once where a little boy answered the question as to why dogs die sooner than humans do. He said, "God put us here to learn to love and share that love, and dogs learn that much faster than humans do, so their job is over earlier, and God calls them back to Him when they've finished." It makes so much sense. Why can't humans love like dogs do? Dogs love unconditionally, without judgment, without limits and never ending. What a beautiful world this would be if we would all live with the heart, soul and attitude of a dog.

It's another beautiful day here. It's been in the 70's all week with low humidity... this is probably the only kind of weather you will never hear me complain about. I think it's suppose to remain like this the rest of the week. I'd love to take Miss Gidget for a walk, and I've been able to walk her half way to the end of the property lately but not for a "real" walk. Maybe today... maybe tomorrow. At least I was able to go to church Sunday. Getting in to church (through the parking lot) was fine, but after church was difficult getting back to the car. It's hell getting old.

I've been kind of bummed lately, because of the lack of work. No work, no money. My Social Security and (small) pension check didn't go far this month... I made the mistake of overspending when Chris was here. We weren't home very much and ate out almost the entire time he was here. I didn't want him to pay for every meal so I insisted on paying for some of them. We agreed to alternate paying. I knew I was messing up by doing it, and of course didn't tell him I was going to be short by the middle of the month, but I felt good that he didn't have to foot the entire weekend of food. I know he could afford it much more than I could, but I was glad that he allowed me to do this. He's worked so hard to get where he is. He put himself through college all the way up and including his Masters, and I was unable to help with his schooling at all. I figured that this was the least I could do... especially since the time we spent together was so well worth every penny and more. He paid for everything else... the movies we went to (2 of them), pizza, gas in my car, 2 Brita filters, some groceries and the more expensive restaurants that we went to. The thing is... as much as I need the money right now... I wouldn't sell back that time with him for a million dollars. He called me last night to check up on me... just the sound of his voice makes me smile.

Gonna get going and start taking advantage of this beautiful day. I was wishing Mike's tulips were still in bloom, but I suppose I'll have to wait until Spring to see them again... the same as I will have to wait to get to Heaven to see him.

I hope everyone has a beautiful, happy and healthy day.

Love & Blessings,

Jo, Angel Mike & Gidget

There's not alot to report this morning. It's going to be another beautiful day, but waking up this morning, I was really cold. I've got my robe on and the furnace going right now to get the chill off and a blanket around my shoulders until I warm up a little.

Miss Gidget has been doing better lately. I don't know what had gotten in to her last week, but I do know that our little girl is growing up a little. She is now officially grown up enough to go from her crib (her room) to a big girl bed (my bed). I suppose the nights when Chris was here, and I had to keep her in the room with me so she wouldn't bark all night made her realize that sleeping on the bed can be more comfortable than in her room. She LOVES to go to bed now and sleeps all night, no matter how many times I get up in the middle of the night. She will stay in bed in the morning until she knows I'm up for the day. It's funny because no matter how I move around, and no matter how many times I get up, she hardly moves all night. The position she falls asleep in at night is the same as the way she wakes up in the morning.

It was so sweet last night. I must have had a bad dream or something, because I woke myself up crying in my sleep. When I opened my eyes, Gidget was standing next to me with her face almost touching mine. I opened my eyes, and she started licking my face all over. I thanked her and told her to lay down. She layed down with both of her front paws and her head on my arm and never stopped looking at me till I fell asleep again. I woke up about an hour later, and she was still in the same position and looking up at me. Wow, I guess I realized last night how protective and caring she really is of me. The look on her face was like a Momma saying, "it's ok sweetheart, Mommy is here." Just precious.

My legs seem to be a little better the past couple of days. I didn't make it to church last week, but I'm going today. I'm hoping the Plavix is working. Of course the black and blue marks have already begun to appear, but at least I can walk a little bit now. I'm hoping that soon I'll be able to take the little one for walks again.

I hope everyone is having a beautiful weekend. Sending out hugs and blessings to you all.

Love, Hugs and Belly Rubs,
Joanna, Angel Mike & Gidget

Holy Mackerel... I didn't realize it had been so long since I've posted. I've got lots to tell you, so I'll start now.

First... I got some good news from the doctor. Well, I think it's good news anyway. I talked to the nurse, and she said that instead of surgery right away, that he's going to put me on Plavix. She didn't say this but I can only assume that (thank God) maybe the Cat Scan didn't look as bad as the Doppler did. I was on Plavix once before but was taken off of it because I had some of the side effects (black and blue marks all over my body and blood spots under the skin). I mentioned this to her, and she said right now, the doctor believes it's the lesser of two evils so we'll give it a shot. I just want the pain to go away. My legs have been getting worse every day... can't even walk to the back of the property to take Gidget for a walk. Anyway... I'm taking all of this as good news ... I "really" don't want another surgery.

It's about 6:15 a.m. I just got back from taking my son to the airport. He came in Wednesday night. His plane leaves at 7:30. Oh my gosh.. we had a wonderful time together. I really hated to see him leave!! We went out to eat three or four times (really blew my diet, but I didn't care), went to two movies (Star Trek and My Life In Ruins... both really good movies), drove around the old neighborhood where he grew up and even (since he's doing family tree stuff) went to the old church in Cleveland and the funeral home where both sets of my grandparents were married and had funeral services to see if they had any records he could use for his search. I drove him past the house I lived at until I was 6 and showed him my "first" school (didn't realize it was so close to the house.. my gosh, things look so much bigger and far away when you're 5 and 6). He even went grocery shopping with me (he doesn't mind it... I hate it). I was really glad he did, because I had been putting it off due to the pain in my legs. I leaned on the cart the entire time in the store, and he helped get what I needed (it was hard for me to get through the store... really glad to be back in the car). Then he loaded and unloaded and unpacked everything for me. Then there were times we just kind of hung out and talked or watched tv. Oh man, it's nice having him around. I just loved having him here!!! (Oh I think I already said that. LOL). One thing having him here did make me realize though is that I have been pretty lonely. I guess it never hit me, because I was so use to being by myself, but having so much activity packed in so few days really made me realize how much I miss out on by being home by myself sometimes. I really don't mind living alone (actually, I'm so use to it that I don't know if I could live with anyone again), but having someone to do stuff with was really a wonderful break in routine.

Miss Gidget was REALLY rotten while he was here. She started as soon as I brought him home. I think because it was late at night, and she was probably in a sound sleep when we got home, we may have scared her, because she just barked and barked at him for about 45 minutes. My God, I've never seen her do that with anyone. Once she realized he was ok, she gave him lots of lovin'. But... the entire time he was here, she went back and forth... from seeming afraid of him (barking and backing up) and then going up to him and giving him some love. If it was anyone besides my son, I would have been totally embarrassed. Chris loves dogs, and dogs have always loved him... I don't know what got in to her. And yet, when Chris' best friend came over yesterday, Gidget didn't bark at him at all... just went right to the lovin'. Poor Chris... I think he felt really bad when she did that, and I felt bad for him. However, the entire time he was here... she wanted to be where he was. She was such a turd.

Also, while he was here.. there were two nights that she just barked and barked after she had gone to her room for the night. Normally, if she had to go potty, she would just whine a little, but these were big barks. The first night she did this, it was a little freaky cuz she wanted outside and once out there, acted like there was something invading the yard. I'm sure there could have been a raccoon or something out there. I don't know how many times I let her out when she was doing this, but when she'd start barking outside or after she'd pee, I'd bring her in... didn't want her waking up the neighbors. She didn't stop this until I finally brought her in my room with me and closed the door so she wouldn't go in and wake Chris up. Even after being in my room, she was really restless. She did this again last night too. Since we normally go to bed around ten (and I watch tv until 11 or 12 in bed), I thought maybe it was because her schedule was messed up since we didn't get to bed before midnight while he was here, or it could have been the full moon the other night. I don't know, but I hope she calms down soon. Like I said... she was a "real" bitch the entire time he was here. And the barking in the day time... OMG... I was ready to take her somewhere and drop her off (not really... but I thought about it). Chris even said "If you were my neighbor I'd probably be calling the cops on you all the time with that barking." She was absolutely horrible.

I've got to tell you... the pictures on top of this post are of Mike's new home. Our beautiful friend Deb had the most beautiful urn made for his ashes. Chris took the pictures with his cell phone, and they all pretty blurry, but on each picture you can see a different part of it clearer, so I'm posting all three of them. The pictures definitely don't do it justice, and the perspective of it is a little disproportionate since the house part of it is not quite as high as it looks under the roof. Needless to say, it looks much better in person. OMG.. it is so beautiful. Deb had a friend make it, and she stained it, put the picture on it and had a nameplate made for it that has his name and the year I got him (1997) to 2009. She finished it and made sure to send it in time so Chris could see it. It is absolutely beautiful. If I ever get a camera, I'll take a better picture of it and post it. I cried when I got it (of course) and cried even more when I took Mike's ashes from the can and placed them in his new home. My beautiful boy can rest easy and forever now. Debbie... THANK YOU SO MUCH... YOU ARE DEFINITELY MIKE'S ANGEL!!! Everyone should have a friend who show their love as much as you do. You're like a daughter to me... I hope you know that... of course you know that... you're stubborn like a daughter too. LOL

It's 7:00. I'm going to try to catch up on a couple of IMOM friends. I haven't been there for such a long time. Then I'm going to try to go to church... praying my legs hold up for the walk through the parking lot. If I don't go today, it will be the third week I haven't gone. I really miss it.

I hope everyone is having a beautiful weekend. The weather here since Chris came in has been better than perfect (sunny and in the 70's). It's suppose to be in the 80's today. I'm hoping it doesn't get too humid... but even if it does.. it will be a good day (I've already decided that.. tee hee).

Love And Blessings To You All,
Joanna, Angel Mike & Bratty Miss Gidget

P.S. The link below is to Chris' website (he's a Personal Trainer). If you go to the link to his bio, you can see him on tv and hear him on the radio (after clicking on the radio link, you have to scroll down to Jan 21st link). If this link doesn't work here, copy and paste it in to your browser.... I am soooooooo proud of him... my gosh, listening to him on the radio he sounds sooooo professional (of course he is but he's my little boy... I'm wondering how he got so smart). I just love him so much.

http://www.bakerfitnessandperformance.com/

I'm sorry it's been so long. Again, time just has a way of flying by.
I talked to the doctor Thursday evening. I have to have surgery. He said I have vascular disease and wanted me to get a Cat Scan on Friday and said I would need surgery as soon as possible... within the next two weeks. I hate the thought of going through another surgery. This old body is really sick of them. I haven't talked to him or a vascular surgeon yet, but my guess is that they will put a stint in like they did in my renal artery a couple of years ago. They go through the groin to place the stint. I am glad, though, that it wasn't an emergency, and the surgery (as far as I know right now) can wait until after my son leaves. This way we can enjoy spending time together.

When I talked to him, I asked the doctor, "considering what you know from the doppler and my symptoms, on a scale of one to ten with then being the worst, how bad is it?" His answer was "a seven or eight"... yep... guess it's got to get done.

I don't know when the surgery will be, but I'm praying that Karol will be available while I have to be in the hospital (2 days) to watch Gidget. Claudia offered to take her to her house, and that would be great, except she has four kids (which Gidge would love), but one of the boys is afraid of dogs, and he and another one of the boys are very young (I think 9 and 10 years old), and I'm afraid they would hurt my little girl. I didn't say anything about this to Claudia, but I'm looking into other avenues.

Gidget is doing good. She's actually sleeping now. Guess she's growing up. LOL

I'm missing Mike more than ever lately. It's almost worse than right after he first left me. Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night and came by the computer. I almost lost it because the glow from the computer screen made a bright light on the floor next to my chair. My heart stopped... thinking it was Mike, but then I realized it was only the reflection of the screen. This is suppose to be getting easier, but it's not. It's only getting harder. Don't get me wrong... I love little Gidget, and she's as cute as can be, and I'm grateful to have her here with me to keep my mind busy sometimes... but Mike is my heart, and I just wish I could have him back with me. I have his collar around the base of a light on my desk and a small baggie of his hair next to it. I leave it here because I know if he were here, he'd be right here by the computer with me. His collar looks so big when I compare it to Gidgets. I have to laugh, because for as small as he was, he was still pretty big compared to her (about ten pounds bigger). And his hair is just so soft... almost like rabbit fur. My God, I miss my boy.


Bluedazy said...

Joanna, I hope that all the news you get from the Dr. tomorrow is GOOD news! I will be thinking about you! I hope that you had a happy and healthy Memorial day!

Take care!
XOXOXOXO
Michelle, Daisy, Blue and Missy

May 25, 2009 7:07 PM

Hey Michelle, Daisy, Blue and Missy????..... Who's Missy? A new member of the family? I'm so sorry... I haven't been on IMOM in so long. Did you post something about her there? I'm going to go and look just as soon as I close this entry. How exciting... Daisy and Blue have a new sister??? I can't wait to read about her and see pictures. I hope you posted.
Thanks so much for posting. I know how busy you are. It's great to hear from you. Give those precious puppers hugs and nose kisses from us.

Love and Blessings To All,
Joanna, Angel Mike & Little Gidget