It's Heidi, with a hello to all you wonderful humans in blogland.

Just finished reading "Temporary Address"
by Elaine Glimme

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What a book!
No dogs, no liver snacks, but a great story. Couldn't keep my paws off of it.

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A Great Read

Hello, Puglsy here, Molly's great friend from Dog Park. I just reread her human's book: 

Temporary Address

By Elaine Glimme

This book is better than chewing on a pigs ear. It's not about dogs, and it's not a  funny story, but it's                                             good,,,good...good!

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                                                            Honest to Pug, it's that good.

Just an observation

I played with my grandkid. Then I played with another four year old. If I did that every day, I'd be in amazing health.

The kids don't sit still. They bounce, and jump and run. so I bounced and jumped and ran also.  Didn't think the old joints could do it!!!!!

Gratitude

I'm finding that I need to be grateful. As much as I need to breathe, as much as I need water and food, I need to be greatful. When things are sad, and bad, and mad, I need to acknowledge and learn from the sadness, and the maddness, and the badness, and still be greatful.

The taxes are done.

The taxes are done.

The Molly Chronicles

The Molly Chronicles

So I've been researching my lineage on Ancestry.com, and, remember, I'm related to the great border collies, Old Hemp, and Mirk, and the world renowned Wiston Cap. That's on my father's side. Well, my mother was an Aussie - an Australian shepherd. The funny thing is - no one in the family lived in Australia. They just herded Australian sheep in a place called California.

I can trace my line back to great… great … lots-of-greats… grandmother Sadie, who lived about fifty miles east of Sacramento. That was back in the Wild West days. So she and her human Jimmie were out on patrol when suddenly this gopher - the biggest gopher you'd ever want to see - poked his whiskers up from the ground and started giving Sadie some serious attitude. Like “I dare you to catch me."

In no time at all, Sadie was head deep up to her shoulders in the hole, and brick-orange dirt was flying around like mosquitoes in August. Faster and harder - Sadie kept digging, harder and harder still. Clay, small rocks, chunks of tree roots, they all got launched through the air.

Well, wouldn't you know it - a small rock hit Jimmie Marshall in the head, and when he picked it up, he noticed it was shiny. And that was when he went all discombobulated. He was whoopin' and stompin' and hollerin' like a cow on loco weed, and he ran all the way into town yelling "Eureka!!! Gold!!!!  Gold!!!!" So that's how they say James Marshall discovered gold in California. 

They never did give Sadie any credit, but I don't think she minded much.

The gopher got away.