Surprises Happen

In all forms and the belief that sometimes when you want something but aren't really looking for it, the universe puts that one thing right in your corner.

The scarf warp was an unmitigated failure. The sari silk which was actually sari silk pieces sewn together had a complete meltdown on the warp. I just cut it off, grumbling to the weaving goddess but grateful that it was, after all, only a scarfs worth of work and material. I was able to find a substitute yesterday in town and this weekend we get a do over if there is time.

Now about the universal wish list. When Angel passed in January I knew sooner or later another critter would come into our lives. In actuality, I have been investigating a couple of different breeds, but went no further since I do have a 17 year old who is quite deserving of as much attention as I can give him. I had decided last week that what I really wanted was an English type Russell Terrier. Otherwise known as a shorty.

The Parson Russell Terriers as they are now known have much longer legs and are a leaner more square dog like Jack. The shorties tend to look like little solid rectangles and have a more mellow (it's all relative with terriers!) temperament. Thursday I had called Russell Rescue to investigate their procedure only, Friday at the Grange there was a flyer for two 8 week old English Jack puppies, a male and a female. To top it off I knew of a long time breeder in the area that happens to work at the Grange and Karen was right at the register working. The pups are directly related to her stock and well, she was more than happy to enable and facilitate. So, let me introduce Stella who at 3 pounds soaking wet has single pawedly turned our whole household upside down.

To give you some perspective, Lexie was the last true young puppy I had in the household and that was...1989.

I see lots of potential trouble.

Time to puppy proof the house. Strap in folks, it's going to be bumpy (but fun) ride!