Hello! I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.
It was kind of a crowded weekend, so I don't know where to start. We stayed at my mother's house and went to my brother's house on Thanksgiving. As we drove down my mother's street, she pointed out a house where there had been a fire, and the owner's dogs died in it (the owner was at work). This was the kind of thing she really should not have told me. It is still making me sad. The owner's cats did survive, however. The fire department tried to resuscitate the cats and 1 dog (the other had already passed away) with special tiny masks, and the cats lived. I am glad there are little masks for the animals, but it was one of the saddest things I'd heard in a long time. The owner is, understandably, hugely upset.
In happier news, my niece turned 12 this weekend, and we celebrated the night after Thanksgiving. I still can't believe she's 12. When she was very young, she had her own special language:
mobila = oatmeal
dirl = girl
dakka = jacket
ippie keem = ice cream
When her baby brother was born, she kept saying, "Hani hold baby dirl," because she had been hoping for one. (Hani was what she called herself, referring to herself in the third person.) After her father told her it was a boy, my niece said, "Wait and see." Her father said, "I did see! It's a boy."
My nephew regaled us with stories about the biggest pumpkin at the Topsfield Fair (1600 lbs or so, and 17 feet tall), and plans on entering his tomatoes next year.
I have some news I can give you pretty soon. And the scare I had before, fortunately, worked out...
It was kind of a crowded weekend, so I don't know where to start. We stayed at my mother's house and went to my brother's house on Thanksgiving. As we drove down my mother's street, she pointed out a house where there had been a fire, and the owner's dogs died in it (the owner was at work). This was the kind of thing she really should not have told me. It is still making me sad. The owner's cats did survive, however. The fire department tried to resuscitate the cats and 1 dog (the other had already passed away) with special tiny masks, and the cats lived. I am glad there are little masks for the animals, but it was one of the saddest things I'd heard in a long time. The owner is, understandably, hugely upset.
In happier news, my niece turned 12 this weekend, and we celebrated the night after Thanksgiving. I still can't believe she's 12. When she was very young, she had her own special language:
mobila = oatmeal
dirl = girl
dakka = jacket
ippie keem = ice cream
When her baby brother was born, she kept saying, "Hani hold baby dirl," because she had been hoping for one. (Hani was what she called herself, referring to herself in the third person.) After her father told her it was a boy, my niece said, "Wait and see." Her father said, "I did see! It's a boy."
My nephew regaled us with stories about the biggest pumpkin at the Topsfield Fair (1600 lbs or so, and 17 feet tall), and plans on entering his tomatoes next year.
I have some news I can give you pretty soon. And the scare I had before, fortunately, worked out...
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Kitkat - I'm the same way. Maybe it's because they seem so helpless, and that makes us more protective...
And now I'm going to hide under the covers and snuggle with Rowen. Since adopting her, I can't deal with sad animal stories. Those poor dogs and their poor human!
P.S. I'm glad the scare has passed and looking forward to your news.
I have awful animal stories!! That's just the kind of thing that would have me up at night...
Hope you had a great holiday!
-ladypeter
I'm so glad your scare turned out ok and that you had a great holiday too!
Your neices sounds adorable!
I'm so sad about those dogs though..how heartbreaking:(