This WAS my dog Scooter.
This IS my dog Scooter:
After 12 years of monthly grooms, near nightly comb outs, and being bitten a couple of times, I had enough. After 10 days of Maltese long-coat neglect while I was busy going to the hospital, little Scooter was a matted mess. My groomer, Claire, thought he didn't look too bad, but when she started to work on him, she called me back and said it was worse than she thought. I told her not to waste too much time; just pick a plan and go with it. My husband was the one to pick Scooter-dog up afterwards. I think the shock was too much; he brought Scooter to my office and stood in the doorway with tears in his eyes saying "this is not my dog." It was really sad.
But I have to tell you: I love the dog; not the hair. Combing him always ended up giving me allergy attacks, and we always had white dog hairs everywhere. My Dyson "animal hair" vacuum is shot from the hair winding around the rollers. I am getting little Rocky done this Friday. We are not going to have Rosebud cut because her little overweight self would be confused with a pot-bellied pig without her long hair. Besides, she has great hair and doesn't mind being brushed.
I finally got to Thimbles. I'd missed two months of meetings, so it was wonderful to see the ladies and their projects. I love seeing Pat, Becky, Gretchen, Karen, Brenda, Susan, Kristie, Suzanne, BJ, Elly, Mercidene, Sarah, Theresa (note: allergic to sunflower seeds), and my table mate Vickie. We had Mary Ellen from Little Quilts as visitor. She is just a wonderful person with the most fabulous quilt shop!
On the drive home from Grayson, I was delayed by a car accident. I pulled over into a parking lot and spoke with a woman who had witnessed the whole thing. A truck had gone speeding through the intersection of GA 20 and Plantation Blvd. She said three ambulances had been there taking people away. I wondered if Eron had been there, but I know he can't talk about things like that, so I didn't pry when I spoke to him.
And then I got on the computer at home and see that my middle son, Andy, has been busy in Knoxville this week. He is such a passionate soul.
Ah well, I have a sinus headache Day 2.
Back to sewing soon.