Pregnant Sassy

My little Sassy got herself pregnant again sometime 

before Christmas about the time our little Red Red

 got hit by a car. She has been getting bigger and bigger. 

Her belly is now dragging the ground. 

I had her lay down next to me a little bit in the bed 

so I could get an idea of how big the puppies are 

and how many there might be. She has to have at least 

five and they should be about the size of my hand. I felt the 

little things kicking. It's no wonder she is so restless 

and talks all the time. 

I know she isn't really talking 

but she does act like she understands me. I think dogs are just reacting to the sound of my voice 

and my body language

 than actually knowing what I am saying. 

Sassy loves her comfy pillow

Sassy Frassy, as I sometimes call her.

Sassy above and her humble abode below.

I was really hoping she would have had her puppies on Valentine's Day but it didn't happen. I had even gave her a stern talking to but still no luck. I think she knew I would be taking a vacation this week so she decided to wait on me so I would be home.

For Valentine's Day my sweet husband got me a balloon and a basket of goodies.

I wound up taking half of the box home and giving the heart box of Chocolates to Eugene.

The More Things Change

The more things change the more

they stay the same.

How much more can this be true 

than it is for me today. 

Change is such a normal part of my life 

that it changes everything. 

We had to come to a decision today

that we have previously made before 

except it was for something very different. 

We had to come to the decision to 

retire "Old Blue" until we can fix her up. 

Her engine is barely running off of six cylinders.

Like 2 months ago when we had 

to put Red down. We decided to park the old pick-up. 

Now some of you out there might think that we should have put the pick-up to rest a long time ago but I am here to tell you that I have been driving it 

to and from work for quite some time

and even though it has 

no radio,

no air conditioner,

barely any dash-lights to see 

how fast you are driving at night,

needs a new bench seat

has a drivers side window that requires you to use a screw driver to hold it up,

is rusted (inside & out)

has a tailgate that won't come down,

uses oil like crazy

needs a back bumper, and 

is prone to getting flat tires - 

I loved driving it.

     She is easy to fix. 

The fuel pump is not in the engine. 

You can tell when the oil is low because 

you could hear it in the sound of the engine. 

And it was Red's favorite way to get around. 

     Now Red is gone and Old Blue is down

for the count. I think the best thing I loved 

about it was and is the fact that it doesn't 

have that pesky "Check Engine" Light. 

Unlike the Grand-Am, it doesn't have 

the glowing red light reminding you 

that something is wrong with the engine. 

In fact, I would rather drive Old Blue 

and I trusted it to get me around 

more than I could ever trust Pontiac.

     Call me crazy but 

I'll take a worn out 

old pick-up over 

a new car any day.