Tuesday, January 02, 2007
What's New Pussycat??
New Years Eve I was peacefully sitting in my chair crocheting a potholder, when Riff walked into the room and announced he was taking Blackie for a walk. My legs were getting a bit stiff, so I said, "Wait for me. I'll come whitcha!" I carefully placed my crocheting in the chair that I had just vacated and, without a second thought, marched out the door.
It was a bittersweet walk, being the first one that I had participated in since Hannah, our 11 year old "puppy", had passed away on December 23rd. It was sad and felt weird to not have her romping through the puddles and generally making enough noise for a herd of buffalo. I kept looking behind me and wanting to call out "Hannah-Bean, come on!" She's romping in doggy-heaven now and I'm sure that my Mama's taking great care of her.
Anyway, we wandered back home and I popped open the front door to this funny site. Boots had decided that HE wanted to crochet but had instead tangled himself up in that silly ball of yarn. He is a very dignified and distinguished gentleman and was quite embarrased to be caught in such a predicament. He must have quickly overcome his embarrasment though, as I caught him in the same antics just last night.
"Whats New Pussycat? Whoa-oh!"