Monday Mourning and Stuff!

Monday makes me sad, and I mourn, but what ya gonna do? Go to work that’s what.

Last week, I was a sick puppy (no Millie pun intended). I finally returned to work on Thursday a little wrung out. Upper respiratory.  

I knew I would get sick this school year because “they” moved me inside the building and out of my “mobile classroom” office. The very first year working at the school (1991-92), I was sick the entire year with something. Kid germs.

I hope this year isn’t a repeat of that year.

Writing

I’m still in the rewrites of Body Bags. I’m getting a little bored with it. I really need to write something new and will look in my idea folder.

Speaking of writing. I went to the Laura Ingalls Wilder festival again this year. This photo is of Laura's and Almonzo's Missouri home. On the far left of the photo, a young man played Pa Ingalls' (actual) violin. Exciting! (Click on it to enlarge.) Beside me on the grass, a little girl (8 or 9) danced a jig in her prairie dress and bonnet. So cute. The love for Laura's books lives on in the newest of generations. That warms my heart for sure.

 

Millie the PILL

Millie is no longer cute to me, nor her antics. No really!  The honeymoon is over! I cleaned out my bookcase and left my very old Dog Book (really that’s the title) within her reach. I thought perhaps she would enjoy looking over the part where she’s supposed to be a good doggy.

I found out she doesn't enjoy reading, but she does like eating EVERYTHING. Millie peeled off parts of the cover with her razor teeth and ate it. Right in front of me. And with no shame.  

Millie went to a groomer for the first time. I needed her claws nails trimmed after my final attempt at trimming them and causing her to bleed. While she was there, I also asked that they cut the hair away from her face. Her eyes had been weepy from hair touching her eyeballs.

I kind of liked her better with the overgrown face. It kept her demons at bay. Giving her eyesight back was a mistake.

I swear she’s ornerier with a shaved face, and this is my theory. I think Millie can see better now which helps her locate things she should not do. 

Millie likes snakes, especially leopard snakes. She caught this one in her backyard.

 

Finally, one more picture of Millie the Nut who listens to nothing I say. I told her she needed to go to bed. I picked up her toys and put them in her toy box. But Millie decided she wanted to play for just five more minutes--in dog years, with Pink Pig.

 



The End!