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Puppies are all in their new homes and we also have a new family member. Her name is Lois. She's a Devon Rex. It's been a long time since I've had a kitten and boy is she busy!!!!!!!! 

I'm also catching up on my BOM's and exchanges. These are my Bento Box blocks for an exchange. 

Mr. Big writes another chapter of How Can I Embarrass My Owner

We had an new hot water tank put in this morning.  All installed, up and running by 1pm.  Old tank in the Windstar, Mr. Big jumped in his seat and off we go to the scrap yard. 

Before reaching the main roads, Big was on the floor shaking in his boots. The water tank had broken away from it's barricades and was rolling from side to side in the back of the van when I turned corners. 

By the time we got to the scrap yard, he was trying to crawl under my legs. I got to the loading dock, was directed to the 'other' yard for scrap appliances. Back to the car, down two drives, no big deal.............. unless you have a dog crawling around the floor trying to under your feet.  Got to the scale without incident, semi in front of me and behind me. I can't move; Big is now between my feet, I can't reach him, can't find the gas or brakes, dog in the way, slam car into park.  I open driver side door, to get out and grab said dog and he bolts from the car into the middle of the scrap yard!!

EVERY VEHICLE IN THE YARD STOPS DEAD!! Big decided it was time to play "catch me if you can".  Several of the semi drivers jumped out of their trucks to help with the 'catch', by this time the office people were hanging out the windows watching the chase and the guy on the forklift just kept driving along watching the circus.  Big finally gave up, went belly up in the middle of yard and three of us dove on him. 

Put said dog back in car, weigh in, dump water heater holding said dog so he wouldn't take off again, weigh out of scrap yard.  They flag me into the office.  I'm really ready to crawl under a rock somewhere.  Park car, lock said dog in car, roll up windows so he can't escape that way. 

 Sheepishly walk in office, they want to know what kind of dog I have.  I tell them, a dead one when I get home. 

They hand me a receipt for the water tank, I have to redeem it at the little building outside, scan bar code and it spits out money. MONEY?? What money?? Are they paying me for the entertainment value?? I hand the receipt to the good Samaritan behind me (driver who joined the 'chase') I couldn't get out of that crap yard fast enough. Said dog was glued to his seat all the way home, he seemed to be smiling....................

Always The Gentleman

Dinner time here is usually short and crazy. Whatever you do, don't get between the dogs and their dinner. They will knock you over to get to their food with one exception......... Put down Mr. Big's dinner and look who's waiting for it....... Scribbles. Mr. Big lays there waiting, patiently, till Scribbles gets all he wants then he eats what's left. 

It's not like Scribbles doesn't get enough to eat. He has all the cat food he wants whenever he wants, the cats free feed. I don't know what is in that dog food that Scribbles thinks he has to have every night. He doesn't eat that much so Mr. Big isn't going hungry.  Mr. Big, always the Gentleman, even with his dinner.  He's such a sweet little guy.