
Meet Gem, or Molly, or whatever. She came with a temporary name that we're ignoring and we just haven't decided what fits her best. Molly is Erik's "strong" suggestion. We'll see. I finally figured I was almost lonely enough to commit myself to the responsibility of having a dog, and I saw her picture in the Shelter ad. Love at first sight I'm afraid. Decision made - now we both get to live with it.
She's a terrier mix - mostly West Highland (we think), about a year old, the perfect size to curl up next to me on the couch, sturdy little legs for walking but small enough to fit into my back pack when my walks get too long for her. Of course it's brought immediate changes in my life. The fact that she came into heat the night I picked her up, hasn't helped. She's so affectionate, "normally" quiet and docile, that we're accepting the little inconveniences. Unfortunately, one of us cried and whined for 4 1/2 hours last night, and for once it wasn't me. Now I need a nap.
I'm so excited about Thanksgiving, with Cari and family, my folks, Heidi, Paul and Anna and even Stephie and Kristin and their guys coming. My little house has just been begging for company.
I've started doing volunteer work at the Waupaca Library, something I truly enjoy. It's only a mile away, so getting there is a perfect walk too (when it's not raining). This weekend I'm curling in and working the Blaze Orange Bonspiel in Waupaca. This should be fun. Wish me luck.
So to all, Happy Turkey Day!