Hot Lava...

Yes, I have 3, count them 3, dogs. It seems sometimes God leads me to dogs that have "issues" and I fall in love with them and take them home. First there is Zoe, aka Daddy's Girl. She is a pleasantly plump 4 year old Beagle / Bassett mix. She has Epilepsy and we drove to the other side of Fort Smith to get her! She is our "rebound" dog that we got after our first Beagle Daisy died. It was love at first sight. Then there is Riley. He is our 4 year old Lemon Beagle. We were not looking for another dog but found a sign at Petco for a Lemon Beagle and just wanted to see what they looked like. We drove to his previous owners house "just to look" and ended up bringing him home. Let's just say he did not have a great life before he found us! Riley is allergic to grass! I know, a dog allergic to grass is about the craziest thing I had ever heard of to. I mean come on, it's a dog! They pee in the grass for goodness sakes! And last but certainly not least, there is Millie. Oh my Millie I love her so. She is Mommy's girl! She is my sanity in my crazy life. Millie is our "normal" dog. Well I say normal, but it seems she is a bit OCD. But really aren't we all?

Did you ever play Hot Lava when you were a kid? You know, you would jump from chair to couch to chair and pretend the glorious brown shag carpet you had growing up was hot lava? Well, apparently Millie decided to play hot lava last night. She was jumping from couch, to chair, to my lap, to the recliner without touching the floor! I have to say it was one of the funniest things I have seen in my life! You have to picture a 43 pound Beagle jumping around the furniture! I was sitting in my chair yelling "the floor is hot lava, if you touch it you will die" which seemed to make her go faster from the chair to the couch to the recliner and back to the couch! Oh it's the little things in life that make you smile! :)

So once my lava jumper settled down into my lap for a nap my doorbell rang. I answer the door, it this young man wanting to sell me meat out of the back of his truck! OK, what in life makes one say you know I hate working at the grocery store selling meat, I'm going to start selling it out of the back of my truck! AND, who is buying it? Would you buy meat out of a rusted out truck with a freezer bungee corded in? Well, even though it was a bargain at $2 a pound per the "Meat Man" I politely passed and he went on to the next house. I wonder if he was ever able to sell the bargain meat...

My name is Tami and I am a Text Message Addict...

Until tomorrow...

T-