Barb and Danny DiVito

The other day we went out to dinner with some friends and look who we ran into...


yeah, I know, he looks a little flat

Trevor's Birthday Luncheon With His Grandma and Me

Last Saturday Barb and I took Trevor out for lunch to McGrath's Fish House and then we asked him what he would like to do. We offered to take him out to buy his birthday present but he said he didn't want anything, all he wanted to do was "drive around" with us.

After prodding him for several minutes it came out that he would like ride the motorcycle. Barb has a smaller Honda Rebel 250cc and we felt that he could handle that just fine. The bike hasn't been ridden in a year so the battery was dead and we had to jump start it. Barb drove it to the gas station to fill the tires up with air and then we headed over to the nearby middle school where they had a big parking lot with no one around.

We started off by having him push the bike with the motor off so he could feel the weight of the bike, and then we started the engine and had him keep it in first gear and slowly went between two light posts. After that, he felt ready to give it a try, so we had him drive between the light posts with his feet up on the pegs. Then he was ready to go a little faster and drive it around the light posts. Then finally we got him to speed up enough to go into 2nd gear and man was he moving.

Then we played follow the leader and I was in front having him follow me around the school. Then he did it by himself. Just look at that smile on his face!

Barb and I have offered to pay for Motorcycle Safety classes when he gets back from his trip to California. We all had a lot of fun together that day.

My Dog - Gloria

Last Thursday, (May 27th), at 1:30 pm, I had to do what is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I had to decide to put my beloved friend, companion, the keeper of all my secrets - Gloria down. Even though it has been 7 days, I still do not understand why she was taken from me after only being on this earth for 10 years, 6 months, and 8 days. She was the most gentle creature. Everyone who met her fell in love with her, and even though she made it clear that she was MY dog and there to protect me from people she didn't know - once she got to know you, if you gave her a tummy rub, you had a friend for life.

I watched her grow from a rolly little blond puff of fur, gathering her feathering and coloring, into a beautiful copper color, and slowly as she aged into a greying old lady, (just like me). I only had to teach her something twice and she remembered it forever. She would learn and do anything for a treat. She loved children and they were very attracted to her and her gentle nature.

What a lot of people do not know is that she came into this world fighting to survive. When her mother was carrying the litter, she swallowed a knee high stocking, and while under going surgery went into labor. The mother and all the litter were lost - with the exception of 1 little female. She was given the registered name of Duchess Glory Hannah. She was hand fed every 2 hours the first couple of weeks, and she sleep with a teddy bear as a substitute mother. Her owners decided by 3 months that she was just "too much" puppy for them. Everyone who took her home for one night, could not keep up with her - "too much" puppy. I was living alone, and one March morning as I was getting ready for work, the thought popped into my head, "I think I'm ready for a dog". That very day, a co-worker approached me a asked, "would you like a Golden Retriever Puppy? Free, if you don't take it, they are going to put her down". I said, well, let me see her, and then I'll decide. That evening I went over to visit, and as soon as I walked into their house, she pee'ed all over their hardwood floor, she was so excited!! I played with her for a few minutes and asked questions about the puppy, then asked if I could go out back and be alone with her for a couple of minutes to see how we interacted together.

We went outside, I sat down on the step, and Glory walked over, picked up her stuffed teddy bear brought it over and placed it in my lap and smiled up at me. I was instantly hooked. I knew that she was to be MY DOG. I scooped her up, went inside with her in my arms, and said "how much?" They said just put her in your car. So, Glory, her teddy bear and I drove home that evening and it's been a match ever since. I always made sure she never wanted for food, water, bedding, medical care and most of all love. When the vet said she needed a playmate, I got her a cat and a dog. I never struck her, the worst I ever said was "Oh Gloria". You see, I always thought Glory did not sound like it should be her name and immediately changed it to Gloria, and she liked it much better. My home became her home immediately. And she adapted so easily to living with me.

Now today, the little puppy that left footprints all over my heart, is gone. I don't understand how Heavenly Father could ignore my prayers and take my most prized earthly possession. But he must have someone in heaven who needs her right now more that I need her here on earth. So, each day, I cry a little less, but still miss her deeply. While a part of me never wants to have another dog again, another part of me wants to run out and throw my arms around a puppy and breath in the sweet smell of puppy fur and puppy breath. Part of me still wants to laugh at puppy antics, but part of me feels like I would be betraying my dog. My emotions are still very tender and I find at times I need to quietly steal away from others to let go of a few tears and then gather myself up and go on with my daily routine. I know it will get better, so my friends please bear with me if I tear up when you offer your condolences. I know you mean well and I am grateful for them. I just miss my dog, Gloria.