Sunday, November 26, 2006

THE ART VENTURE GROUP GOES TO MACKIES


It was Mz Ann's turn to host the group for November and she picked a wonderful place. It was a new restuarant in Green Hills. There were 3 tables on the outside in the hallway and you could look up and see through the glass dome a beautiful sunny sky.

The tables were set with real china, white tableclothes, and white cloth napkins. There were 3 inch square glass vases with river rocks and water which held a floating red rose. Mz. Ann's hostess partner had brought these fall baskets with fall tissue paper and 2 live potted plants in the basket. There were 2 baskets which at the end of the meal they drew names and I was one of the lucky ones. I put mine in the center of the dining room table for our Thanksgiving meal at home.

Bunny sat at the table to the right and Peaches sat at the table to the left. Each entertaining the other ladies. I sure hate I missed their stories but I sat next to Knoxie and Cat sat beside her at the middle table with Mz Ann and some other ladies. There were twenty-four of us. One of our ladies was in the hospital so Mz. Ann invited our Art Teacher and she is someone that all should know. The Teacher sat at the table with Bunny and every once in awhile you could hear her laughter. Of course, the laugh is one of a kind and at the pitch of a flying plane.

I had the Bleu Cheese burger with fresh fruit. One of the ladies on Peaches table order Mac & Cheese and it came out in a cassrole size bowl that could have served all of us ladies. I do not remember how much Jean ate of it but she is a size double zero so I cannot imagine she ate all. Surely, a go box was ordered.

Knoxie is gonna have one of those major wedding anniversaries this coming month so I wanted to know how her and Billy Boy meet. Knoxie is from New York and had been dating this youngman from up there for 2 years. She had come to the south to visit a girlfriend and met Billy Boy at a party. It was one of those love at first site things because in two weeks he had took a trip up north and Knoxie had already broken up with the guy who she had been dating for the last couple of years. It was not long until they were married and after some years in the service and four children they got to come and locate themselves in Nashville. They now have grown grandchildren but no great grand kiddies yet.After all these years, she was glowing just remembering back and entertaining me with her life with Billy. Now that is TRUE LOVE.

The kittyjustice is if you keep your kitty ears open, you can learn all these wonderful stories told by my talented pallie.
THIS IS WHAT I GET WHEN I TRY TO PUT THE PICTURE OF KITTY JUSTICE ON MY BLOG. Well, I took some Adult Learning classes about computors over at Puppy's college and then I thought I was so smart that I started messing with my pictures. The picture above is the background color I put on kitty justice picture and I have resized it until it the size of the gas tank on a piss ants motorcycle. My cousin has sent me another attachment of my picture and when I convert it over to My Picture file, will I mess with it? NOT NOT NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

The kittyjustice is when you mess around with the computor know how to return to the original file. My kitty brain does not store any computor logic. GIVE ME A PAINT BRUSH PLEASE.

THIS IS A TRUE "CAT FUZZY".

Tuesday, November 14, 2006















NO LONGER PAWLESS

Here is my new little love. She was born on 9-12-06 and currently weighs a little over ten pounds. She should be a big dog as her Mother weighed 96 pounds and her Father weighed over 100 pounds.
She came to us from a lady in Winchester who brought her and her sister up to Murfreesboro for us and another man to see if we wished to take them home. The other guy was late so I got to choose and it was not really hard as this little girl had more personality.
She slept in my lap on the fifty mile journey to her new home. Everyone in the family had to hold her and love on her even our cat loving Mimi.
I could not believe my good luck as she slept in her crate all night and did not make a wimper. So far she has also not had any accidents in the house. She lets you know when she needs to go outside. What a GOOD GIRL.
This morning she started wimpering and I took her outside and she did her business and when I put her back into the crate, she started crying more. Prince said she is probably hungry. He was so correct. I would give her a handful of food and she would eat it up and then go back over to the steps where the bag of food sat and climb up on the step with her front paws and look over her shoulder as if to ask for more. I ended up giving her 3 handfuls of food and she all of all it except a few pebbles.
When the alarm went off at five it woke her up and she was ready to play. She would run under the boxwoods out front and then come barking out at me. All she wanted when she came inside was some water and then her new toy.
I leave the crate door open and she goes inside when she is sleepy and takes her naps. She is napping now.
I think she is such a good dog because she has Angel Good Boy up there watching over her and his family.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


A LONG LONELY WALK


This morning I went to get the paper and my good dog was not there, but his spot in my heart is forever present.

Pawless in Tennessee. No kittyjustice in that.

Friday, November 03, 2006

THE LAST SNIFF

My best buddy, for fourteen years was this GOOD DOG. It may seem strange that kitty loves dogs but I just cannot help myself. I cannot remember when four paws were not present in my world.

But this guy was the very best paws ever. Not once did he scrounge in the garbage as other four legged finds were apt to do.

One of his last outings was just sitting in the back yard watching Prince bush hog the field. He loved to watch his people work. He was my shadow at all times. In the mornings if I slipped my chain he would go into each room until I was located and then he would settle down beside me until I was up and running on another task.

His ears were as soft as velvet and Puppy love to tickle them. He would even use his bare feet to rub againist those wonderfully soft dangling treasures.

When the big black lab was young he was as fast as the wind and Puppy taught him to play keep away instead of fitch. A german shepherd lived down the hill and the lady of the house kept a towel to dry the shepherd off before she came into the house and the big lab thought it was a game to go and bring the towel up to our house. Maybe he was saying he wished to be dried off like her. Do you think?

The funniest thing was one day I was fixing Mimi's hair and had to use hair spray, the big lab got up from watching our antics and proceed to walk across the room and stop, hump his back like a cat and cough at ever 2 or 3 steps. Kitty forgot about his sensitive nose. Thereafter, if you picked up a spray can he was out of the room faster than a duck on a june bug.

His job was to go fetch the paper in the mornings for Mimi to read. I would walk with him down the long drive to get the paper. He just loved to run off and sniff of new smells. But with true dedication he would return and pick up the paper and off we would go back up the drive. His reward for a job well done was a bacon treat, a dog biscuit and a rawhide chewie in that order. He knew just exactly which order they should be eaten. I have even put all three down and he would eat them always in the same order.

So many fond memories of my GOOD BOY. Last weekend was so very sad as he had his last ride in the silver bullet. I rolled the windows down even though it was nippy but he held his nose high and sniffed all the good smells. He had bone cancer in his right back leg at the hock and was in rather much pain. I held his head and stroked those soft ears until the end.

His resting place is by the horse block(steps which you use to get on your horse) as he loved to watch the comings and goings on the hill.

Dogless is not any fun. Ther is no kittyjustice in that.