Good afternoon Team Rachel. Amazon is to deliver my extra cookie sheet, and cooling racks tomorrow. I will bake more cookies after I get my stuff. I still have to get some Easter candy, but that's no big deal. I am in great hopes that my cookies will look markedly improved this time.
Did they come yet, did they huh huh?
The guy who hays our field has an Irish Wolfhound. Buddy is a really sweet dog. Last summer Dan and Buddy were at the hay field when DH was walking our German Shepherd. Our German Shepherd is 118 pounds, and had never met a dog his size, so he is used to being the big guy. He ran up to Buddy, and the closer he got - the slower he ran and when he finally got near Buddy, he turned to DH as if to say "is this really a DOG?" They were both friendly, saying their hello's, but our dog is usually fairly exuberant around other dogs and he was not his normal self.
Fee’s “issue”, if it can be called that, is that she sees everything as a brand new buddy. The kennel where she’s boarded also has sheep, horses, and goats housed very close to the kennel, and they are out in the field during the day. Then there are her matchups...dogs that are as sweet natured and friendly as she is, and the staff puts them together in a huge play yard to horse around and play together. So when she’s home every dog that goes past is a potential new playmate, and when folks ride by our house on horseback she runs the fence with her tongue hanging out and her tail going 100 miles an hour, hoping, just hoping, that they’ll come into the yard and play.
No one likes to hear that news but every one has a relationship with the Lord in their own little way. Try not to be discouraged, which you probably are not. I will pray for you and the Lord has your back. Life is a journey so trust in the Lord. He will give you a hand.
I’m not sure if you are responding to the original posts here, but sadly our Donrae (Rachel) won her battle with cancer a while back, in 2017. We miss her deeply, but we keep her thread going, as we’re sure she’d have loved. We laugh, mourn, pray, celebrate, and wait out surgeries and illnesses, holding each other up, just as she did for (and with) us. This place has become a sort of “waiting room” and we’d welcome you, too!
No wonder you were posting a short whine while thinking about drinking wine a couple of days ago!
I am hoping it will all work out for everyone!
The not taking care of diabetes could go septic? Maybe lose a foot or a kidney?
Al, we start out raising our kids the best we know how from the day they are born. And we just don’t break their dinner plates as they grow up - we keep supporting and helping out where and when we can. But you don’t need me to tell you that, do ya? You’ve got this, and so does your son!
. Can't like any of that except perhaps eldest coming home.
