And so the 100 Happy Days blog fest ends with a bit of late September Compound color for you. Most of what I’m happy about every day is not tangible enough to photograph. But there’s never a time when natural beauty doesn’t nourish my happiness.
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100 Happy Days: 99
Piglet, also known as Piggy, is made ecstatic by the sight of a volunteer morning glory.
Actually, Piggy loves rolling in the grass and also being with Cowboy Jon (out of camera range) because they are rescuing each other.
I promise this blog won’t stay all dogs, all the time. Other adventures are looming on the horizon. It’s early days yet, but probably the time will come when you’ll be begging for dog posts again. =)
100 Happy Days: 98
Our rescue group just turned a year old and volunteer Susie took a cake to the office today. I had to drop something off there, so I ate a slice–yum!
Someone had also brought a Barbie Potty Training Taffy set, because as all the fosters and volunteers know, almost 3700 dogs and cats transported equals a LOT of pet poop.
I’m thrilled at the success of this organization. And I was also happy because Barbie and Taffy made me think of my own Potty Training set, one that Rhonda and Lindsey gave me back in 2008 on my birthday.
Barbie and Tanner
100 Happy Days: 97
Tart and tiny bones make me happy. In moderation, of course.
100 Happy Days: 96
What’s making me happy today is that I made the executive decision not to do a Runway Monday design this week. It might have been a challenge created just for me, because the inspiration came from particular American Girl dolls and the models for the updated looks were ‘tweens (and they were pretty great on the runway). If you read A Coventry Christmas, you know that Keelie actually had a toy manufacturer interested in creating a doll from a story she was writing about a young girl. I had considered rereading that (it’s been a long time!) and using Keelie and Destiny as my inspiration.
It would have been fun, but I’m just too pressed for time right now, and the other things I’m doing have to be a priority. Sorry if you came here hoping for doll fashion this week. But hey, look: PUPPY!
This is Potter. Someone saved his life last week.
100 Happy Days: 95
Three silly girls waiting for treats make me happy. Guinness, Sugar–who’s spending a few days with us, and Margot, who’s enjoying some time out of the cone. We’re trying to give her more and more time without it to see if she can be trusted not to gnaw on her foot. So far, the foot is not an issue. She’s too busy biting her back. That dog…
100 Happy Days: 94
I’ve infrequently worn perfume for many years, probably after I began working with essential oils. But I keep a variety of body sprays on hand because sometimes I like a light spritz of scent. I used the very last of this one today. I’ve been expecting to run out of it for a while, but it’s a little bittersweet to have finally emptied it. It’s made by a company called Ben Rickert, which went out of business several years ago. However, it’s not that I’m attached to the product so much as that I remember exactly when I bought it.
It was Tom’s grandmother’s ninetieth birthday and all the kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids converged to celebrate. Though we all gave her nice gifts, one of Tom’s siblings suggested we also buy Grandma ninety of something fun. Tom and I bought her a coloring book and ninety crayons. But I didn’t want to just give her the 120 Crayola box with 30 removed. So we went shopping for some kind of cool container to hold the ninety crayons.
I found a collection of Ben Rickert bath products in a gold mesh basket that I liked. We replaced the lotion, soaps, and body spray with Crayons, and I think we also added the products to her other gifts, except for the body spray. I kept that, and every time I’ve used it, I’ve thought of her.
Grandma turned ninety in 2000, and she died in 2002. She never lost the twinkle in her eyes, her ability to tell a funny story, and her willingness to express herself. I don’t know if she ever used those crayons, but she sure made my world a more colorful place, and I was lucky to get her as my grandma by marriage.
100 Happy Days: 93
Who was that masked man?
My friends crack me up. Tonight at Craft Night, Lindsey brought props to make something for a softball teammate. And Greg, in town for business, grabbed a couple so I could take a photo–then took it a step further with his pose. When I mentioned what a good sport he was being, Lindsey said, “He’s from New Orleans. A mask and a boa are like Tuesday for him.”
So there was crafting, dinner (sorry, Jim, no dog-gnawed rolls for Greg), great tales from Greg’s recent trip to Italy, and a brief appearance by Pollock the dog, who will be joining Tim tomorrow on Tim’s Strut Your Mutt team. Our rescue has raised over $100,000, and they only began in August, whereas some groups began in May. But from the smallest to the largest groups, this is a fantastic fundraising effort to save the lives of homeless cats and dogs throughout the nation. The money raised stays with the local groups, so a lot more of Houston’s dogs and cats will be saved thanks to the tireless fundraising efforts of our organizations’s team (especially Laura Carlock) and many generous donors.
100 Happy Days: 92
Lola is a rescue dog in the care of a friend. She’s a sweet, smart dog who is adored by everyone who meets her. Lola has degenerative bone disease and is undergoing treatment using donor stem cells.
Because of her illness and a little “plumping” from the steroids that are part of her treatment, sometimes Lola has a bit of trouble being mobile. Another friend donated this little covered wagon outgrown by her son to help get Lola around from time to time. On her maiden voyage, Lola may be aboard, but I’m not sure she’s on board yet!
100 Happy Days: 90
September 16 is my father’s birthday. In fact, if he were alive, he’d turn 100 this year. His own father lived to be 96–I wish we’d had at least that many years with Daddy.
But I’m very grateful for those that I did have, and it made me happy to think about him throughout the day and remember great family times.
This is also the date we celebrate Margot’s birthday–in his honor and because she truly has a Virgo personality. As her birthday presents, she got lots of treats and I didn’t force her to sit for a photo.