We have the puppy back! 🙂

The weather was awful. It took us twice as long to get home as it should and we saw 3 trees down in the road and 9 wrecks. There were more on the way up but it was snowing so hard it was scary so we were more focused on agreeing where the road was vs counting cars in ditches.

Sprocket was a live wire wiggly butt when we got him home. He was soooooo excited!

Thorin was happy for the fanfare – I made pancakes tonight to celebrate and the dogs always get one with peanut butter on it and a bite of bacon! Mitzi quickly fell back in love with the nugget and they played most of the evening then napped together. It was precious.

Hubs is sulking a bit because the puppy  wants to hang out with me more even though it’s “his” dog. I spent the more time with Sprocket before, playing and training, than he did…that’s really all it boils down to.

I have to admit I felt a little proud when the SPCA bragged on how well Sprocket behaved and responded, even though we’d only had him less than a week before he got sick. I’m glad sitting for food and loves really stuck with him! He’s going to be a big, friendly dog so the more gentle he is, the better. 🙂

They also insisted, again, that we owe nothing even though they sent him home with two bags of food and three medicines. The owner said we’re the type of pet owners they dream of for the puppies, which I think made hubs feel better. We take the pup back next week for some vaccines, on them again…and I think Sprocket will be making a donation to help the puppy with the heart murmur tomorrow.

…and since I can’t sleep, I saw this Q&A over at NothingButKnit’s blog (I’m fumbling and mobile so will edit to link it tomorrow if I remember):

— edit — As things have a way of doing the last question, #10, goes a bit dark. Don’t read that answer if sad things are upsetting for you.

#1 Do you spend too much time on the phone?

— Yes. It’s the first thing I reach for in the morning and I have a magnetic case so it sticks to my metal bed frame at night. I rarely use it for calls, though. Texting is where it’s at.

#2 Remember the old wall phones? How many phones were in your house , growing up?

— Growing up…just one for years. We had two later on when we got dial-up internet…not phone lines, just phones. My Grandmother still has a rotary phone and, believe it or not, my great granny had one of those old crank type phones. I don’t think I ever made calls on that one.

#3 Did you parents make you answer the phone a certain way?

— Nope. Just a greeting of some sort. They probably regretted it later because my sister and I would try to come up with bizarre company taglines to answer with. Like “____ Roadkill Cafe. You kill it, we grill it.”

#4 Did you have to wait to call your friends until 8 other people were done with the one phone line in the house?

— Nope. We weren’t allowed to call anybody after 9 p.m. or let the call ring more than three times. If it needed to be rang more than that, the person was assumed to be busy.

#5 When the phone rang in our house, there was a mad dash to answer it.

— Not ours. My sister usually was the one on phone duty and liked answering. I didn’t like talking in them even as a kid.

#6 My mom loved her friends, but one talked a blue streak. Rosalie. She’d say , ‘Oh boy. Rosalie just called and was on for an hour.” My father had us say, “Just a moment , I’ll see if he is home” and we’d cover the mouthpiece, tell him who it was and go from there. He’d mouth NO! if it was someone he couldn’t talk to then, or Give me the phone and we’d go from there.

— My mom would talk A LOT on the phone. Still does.

#7 Did you know any switchboard operators?

— My Granny Boo was. It’s why she was recruited for the WAAC/WAC during WWII. She became military police but still ran switchboard during the war in North Africa because she took a year of French in high school. Can you imagine?!

#8 Remember dialing O for the operator. For you youngsters, this is what you did if you didn’t know a persons phone number. The operator would give it to you. Most times.

— Thankfully never had to dial for information.

#9 Kids played phone games that were kind of mean. It basically was bullying by phone. They’d call you, or you if you were bad, called them, and you would say nothing when they answered and then hang up. You would do this over and over. The person would say, “Kathy…..is this you? IF i find out its you! This is so mean” Usually there was giggling heard in the background and you realized you’d been had.

— The worst I would do was this girl would call me and then call a boy in our class in a three-person call. Both he and I would go dead silent until she thought she’d lost us connecting the calls and hang up…then we’d talk instead for a few minutes. I don’t know why he and I just never called each other directly!

#10 Did you ever get a phone call that changed your life

— Both made and received. As most quick life changing things go, they aren’t happy. I had to call 911 when my sister passed away. The operator knew us and cried on the phone the entire half hour it took for the responders to show up, so that didn’t make it any easier. …and years before when I was a teenager, I was in a really dark place and planned to just end the problem. A guy I barely knew read something in the messages we were exchanging (reread them a hundred times and still don’t know how) and he panicked. He called everybody in town with the same last name (a lot of us since that’s where the common ancestor settled in 1750) until he found one that knew which number was mine so he could call the house…at like 2 in the morning. The anger at him almost waking my parents up snapped me out of it.  That was 15+ years ago; we dated briefly, broke up for the stupidest reasons, lost touch, secretly stalked each other for years, and then reconnected a several years ago (anybody here long enough to remember that? I think that was one of the first times I was candid about suicide idealization and attempts). He’s probably my favorite person in the whole wide world…and is the reason my phone is the first and last thing I reach for every day – we text daily, mostly about drama in our lives and to share photos of our critters. He still magically gets me through my dark days (and claims I repay the favor), often just by existing. No harm on either part since we’ve reconnected. ❤

Seriously, if you’re thinking of someone or miss them or are worried about them…reach out. It can make all the difference. Sometimes it even changes your life.

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  1. I’m so glad Sprocket is home and doing well!
    I don’t think we have much say in who our puppies attach themselves to. Myles, who was supposed to be my dog has bonded so tightly to my husband that I only count when he isn’t home. My husband won’t admit how much he likes the attention Myles gives him but I see the two of them and there is a special bond going both ways:)
    Thanks for doing the quiz:)

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