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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, January 05, 2016

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Oops


While I was out and about carrying on with fun and frivolity and vomiting and coughing I nearly missed the big dog pants debate.   If you have had a virus or have been out of the country, maybe you've missed this as well. Apparently, like the black/blue vs gold/white dress debate earlier in the year, the world is divided on what constitutes pants for dogs. 

There is the camp that believes dog pants cover all four "legs" the other group has decided that dog pants are for back legs only. 

Here is out decision. Gladys is modeling it. We prefer the version called Winnie-the-Poohing-it. Nuff Said.