Roo, Katie and Liz

Dance with me... da da da da da da da da dance with me....

Yes, Roo, the wonder dog likes to dance with Granny. He was so excited to be back "on duty". It had been over a month since he had been to see Liz. Granny had been in Colorado for almost a week. Then she had "catch up chores" to do. Then there was trying to get ready for not only winter, but the project of automating some of the routine stuff... Along with some extra "homework" for her business. Oh, and cria stuff with the alpacas.

Oh, where are my mud and paints? Alas, Granny has missed not only dabbling in such, she has also missed missed her daily horse rides. Then, there was our family STAR party. That took some prep and clean-up time. Then, last week Katie had a turn to visititing at the nursing home. So, Roo had missed going for a bit. He was so wiggly tonight! Even though he's 120lb, the wonder dog still manages to jump up on Liz's very high bed - ever so carefully so Liz can pet him for a while. No Roo! Liz (like Granny) doesn't like kisses! We save those for "Auntie" Linda :-)

Well, Liz was happy to see Roo again. Granny was asked over a year ago to bring him to see if he could help Liz. She had not been even talking when Roo first took on this assignment. Tonight Liz and Granny even had a small discussion - among other things about how Granny should stay the #### away from the ones in the home who don't care for dogs! Which of course Granny does. Well... perhaps not quite as Liz states it, but Granny does respect those non-critter lovers. She does find it odd though, that non critter lovers seldom respect those who do love critters.

Thanks Roo and Katie. You not only brighten my world, you bring joy to those who are stuck behind doors most of the time. Granny is blessed by the smiles she sees when you walk through the doors and a hand reaches out to touch a warm furry being...

PEEP PEEP

This past spring, there were dogs in the car as we had planned to stop on the way home to see Liz . First Granny had to stop at the farm store, we brought home some baby replacement pullets (who can resist the little tufts of fluff ?? Sorry, but the old gals have done their thing and thus need to spend time with some noodles or dumplings this winter perhaps).

Anyway, when Granny stopped to let the dogs take turns visiting at the nursing home, she "sneaked" a little bit of fluff into her pocket. Actually, Granny figured no one would care, but you should have seen Liz's eyes light up when she thought about having a secret! She was delighted, to be 'getting away with something'. I suppose when every bit of your life is under a magnifying glass, of sorts, even a stolen moment with a bit of fluff can seem like a treasure. Granny did feel rather like she had perhaps been a bad testimony - to encourage delights in something Liz thought was forbidden, but sometimes Granny in her wild enthusiasm for life and all that God has richly bestowed her with forgets how others perceive things. And so, Granny quietly let her treasure her moment - leaving the issue of the delights in forbidden fruit to whom it matters the most.

(It wasn't really so "secret", as several of the staff had held and delighted in the little peeper too...)