New Foster Kid

The house has been overly full of the canine crew this week. Stephanie and Jordan went to Jamaica for a week after finals so I got their dogs, Grace and Marley - that made five. On Wednesday we got another addition, a foster doberman in need of some TLC. He's from a rescue organization, Doberman Pinscher Rescue at North Florida, and since I'm on vacation for the next two weeks I figured I could spend some quality time getting him in acceptable social condition for his 'forever' home. His name is Dillion on the link, but Judy (creator of the rescue org) dubbed him Scooby and it fits him to a T - a big goofy boy. His medical records are all under Dillon, so that's his official rescue name - came from the Atlanta area.

I'm adding their link to my list of 'places to go...' so anyone can visit. There are links to pet retailers who contribute to the organization as well. Lots of homeless dobie's in the world to care for. Scooby has to undergo heartworm treatment. Judy thinks he must have just been tied out to a tree somewhere - he still has some bleached out blonde hair on his otherwise beautiful auburn coat. His ears also sport a few small rips and tears - either from fighting or maybe other puppies chewing on them, and his lower right canine tooth is broken off just above the gumline. He's a handful and will definitely need to go to a home where mom or dad is an Alpha (and no cats - he thinks they'd be good snacks). Calyx, Felix and Bailey are wondering what the heck is going on that they can't be in the house right now. They'll survive in the interim.


Here he is with Marley - a rare moment of stillness - they're usually wrestling, running around the house and moving furniture along the way...

Can't get enough of that face...

What a poser! I just can't resist it!

I'm in bed, test driving some new flannel sheets. I am obsessed with soft fabrics, always have been - sheets, pillow cases, bath towels, kitchen towels... I used to take my own sheets and pillows with me when I went to visit friends or relatives when staying overnight (really! I did!). I've transferred it to both of my kids as well. When they were younger they were known to say things like "Mom, I can't sleep on those sheets - they're too scratchy" when visiting homes that did not cater to 'linen sensualists'. We also had a black hooded rat named Flannel (fla nel' - she was French) who loved the little flannel sleeping bags I made for her. Yes, rats make wonderful pets!

Anyway, these new sheets are heavenly. I have a couple other sets, but these are the best I've ever felt. The color couldn't be more perfectly named - they look exactly like real chamois and are just as soft. They also look like they were custom colored for my quilt.... To truly appreciate them you must have freshly shorn legs (the gals anyway). Might want to give 'em a whirl!