Funny Joke, Love Toys, & Dutch Gone to the Bridge

Good Morning everyone!  I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend so far!  I know I am because it's finally cold in Florida!  At least cold for Florida that is.  It's been in the 30-40's at night and in the 60's during the day for the past, oh, 3-4 days.















Here's a funny joke my dad sent me this week (I can totally see this happening in the future):








Life just gets better as you get older doesn't it.
I was in a Starbucks Coffee recently when my stomach started rumbling and I realized that I desperately needed to fart. The place was packed but the music was really loud so to get relief and reduce embarrassment I timed my farts to the beat of the music. After a couple of songs I started to feel much better. I finished my coffee and noticed that everyone was staring at me. I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my Ipod .

This is what happens when old people start using new technology.
















I keep telling myself that I'm going to stop making toys for the shelter because truthfully, I actually hate braiding them.  My back always aches when I'm done.  Well lets just say I finished doing 9 yards of material and I have 27 yards left.  I bought this material on really good sales, as low as $3 a yard.  Usually the best sale is $5 and I just couldn't help myself over the holidays.  I finished these Thursday and dropped them off at the shelter as our County fair started Friday and I thought they might want some to bring since Valentine's Day is coming soon.












My sister called me yesterday and told me she had to put her little pug Dutch to sleep.  About a month or so ago all the sudden he woke up blind in his one eye (he only has one eye).  The next day he had his vision back.  She had a specialist look at him to try to determine if he had a stroke or if it was maybe a detached retina but they couldn't find anything.  Then about 2 weeks ago he went blind again, but this time he didn't want much anything to eat since it happened.  They found out yesterday that he cancer throughout his little body, even in his brain.  He was a tough little guy and showed no pain until he couldn't fight anymore in the end.  She has another little pug named Rosie.  Since Dutch wouldn't eat, she wouldn't eat.  She was very attached to him.  So yesterday my sister brought home another little pug from the rescue for the weekend to see how it works out.  I hope it works out with the little guy and Rosie starts feeling attached to another little guy.  She's so cute. I can't seem to post pictures today for some reason, so I'll post a picture of little Dutch when it lets me.




I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their weekend!