Yesterday was spent on the road driving to an absolutely GORGEOUS place in the middle of Alabama called Jemison. My dear friend of all these years. Joyce Woods, has a fox red Badger daughter whom we co-own and "Dancer" whelped a litter about six weeks ago. I went over to see how they are coming along. There's only one girl and she's coming here eventually. The litter is smaller than the second one born about ten days later than Dancer's, and we'll be co-owning a yellow boy out of that one. So it's two pups coming here in about a month to grow up together. The girl will be called "Rojo" (Spanish for red) and the boy is "Stone." Funny that both Joyce and I had picked red semi-precious jewel names for our pups-- Rojo will be named Carnelian and Stone will be Cinnabar. Neither of these two pups are actually fox reds, but they have that dark yellow color in their pedigrees and will produce it if bred properly. The purpose of this sort of combination is to extend the fox red gene pool so that we can produce gorgeous, healthy and dark yellow Labradors. That color has been in the background for a very long time even though that color was probably the first "yellow" ever born.
Anyway, today is a day to remember our Dad. He's been gone for a while now, but I still can hear his voice and think about all he's done for us as a family. In this time when families are not always very big and don't get together very often to enjoy themselves and their heritages, I'm grateful that ours was brought up to remember how much all the extended family means in keeping the GOOD in this country. He fought in World War II, a kind of battle that we don't see much of these days. He would have been appalled at what we are facing today. But what he stood for in the way of stalwart loyalty to freedom and all it brings to those who can enjoy it is something we must keep on fighting for no matter the style of battle we face. Thanks, Daddy!
Off to do the refrigerator on a day that I know Daddy would be proud of me. I have my mother's genes for housekeeping: NONE. So if he could see my refrigerator, he'd probably throw up and scream. I'm going to try to make it look like one of those in a Sears advertisement. I've tried that before and somehow time always creeps up and the reefer becomes a cold garage sale of green things and liquids that need a chemical analysis to determine what they were when they were first put in there. I HATE REFRIGERATORS. Somebody needs to make one about 8 inches deep and the length of a wall so somebody always knows what's in there. I KNOW, I KNOW....they do areddy, BUT I can't afford it, so I'm stuck with this one for the rest of living on this earth.
Gonna listen to The BRAVES while I'm doing it so as to make things go faster and I won't have to pay complete attention to the task at hand.
Tonight we give Garbo a bath before she goes to see the Vet tomorrow for x-rays to count skulls and spines. If the Dr. Ana saw her now, she'd think Garbo was a fox red hippopotamus. Garbo's favorite pasttime is to wallow in any red mud she can find. And we have plenty of it, apparently, most of it on HER. Wonder if we have enough shampoo to get it all off??
Later and hopefully with a less daunting reefer (REFRIGERATOR) and a cleaner pregnant Garbo, MsP
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