The Suits Sisters

We had nine fun years with our puppy, Patch, before he died earlier this month. We packed a lot of life into those nine years and he took it all in stride.  He loved snuggling, sniffing too far in people's bottoms, treats, playing fetch, when Kent got home from work, always being near us, licking peanut butter jars, waiting by the highchair for dropped food and/or hand outs, Gigi, lying on the steps, lying on dirty sorted laundry piles, barking at the pool guy while living in Florida, eating tissues, etc. out of the trash can, riding in the car, taking walks and swimming in the lake.  He was a good boy and loved our family well  Thanks for the memories, Patches!!!

Dear Readers, Many of you have asked about my well being (Just kidding, but it makes me feel better to write that) In June I went to the beach with the rest of the family and we were surprised when everyone made comments about my weight. And not the lack of it. I had hurt feelings to say the least, but what they didn't know was that I had been essentially homeless for the last few months. I was kicked out of the house after tearing apart a bag full of dirty diapers (I seriously tried to resist them) Then my Mom and Dad said life got busy, yata yata, and there I was, sleeping in the hot garage. This caused some depression and weight gain. After the beach, my Mom felt guilty and treated me to a new collar, an updated tag, better shampoo that cost more than $3 and wasn't from Walmart AND a new ball (score) After a thorough bath, I was let back in! I couldn't believe my good fortune. Of course this all came with a sudden reduction of food, but the pros far outweighed t...