The incredible life of my sister, Lucky and me, Roxy Dragon Pebbles, otherwise known as The Devil Dog. I have no idea what I did to deserve that name! Honest! Just because I'm a black dog doesn't mean I'm naughty dog.
PlusOne is going on a road trip. His high school orchestra is going to Washington DC to participate in the Festival of Music Competition. They will be working with the Assistant Director of the "President's Own" United States Marine Band and they will go the Kennedy Center to attend a performance of the National Symphony Orchestra.
PlusOne won't be back until Sunday morning, so Lucky will be crashing with mom, dad and me. sigh. Sunday can't come soon enough.
PlusOne went off to the pet store to see if he could buy a water dish that would be easier for Lucky to use. Since the floor is hardwood, her back legs tend to slide and then she ends up sitting, trying to drink water. He came home with something like this.
Which was okay, until Lucky stuck her head under the spout and got her head all wet. Mom thinks we need a floor mat so Lucky can get some traction and her legs won't slide out from under her. I don't know about that. All I know is that I didn't go near the thing. It was WEIRD!
Today is the 118th running of the Boston Marathon. One year ago, two angry, hated filled men caused
untold pain and suffering by planting two bombs at the Boston Marathon. They thought they would intimidate the city, make everyone cower in fear and hurt as many people as they could.
They did, indeed, hurt many people. They killed five people. But they underestimated the people of Boston, New England, and the US as a whole. Doctors, nurses, first responders and people who had first aid training in the Boy Scouts as a child, all rushed to help the injured. Many ran from the marathon they had just finished running to the hospitals to help in any way possible. Boston came together in a single instant, rallying around the tragic event to help the injured and to help the police catch the men responsible. Bostonians refused to be broken. They were strong. They fought back. And I am proud to be associated with their strength, to be Boston Strong. Boston, you're my home!
Happy Easter, everyone! And happy Sunday for everyone else. Mom was looking for Easter images and got caught up in these beautiful egg photos. She doesn't know if these were hand painted or what, but she sure thinks they are pretty.
Hope you all have a wonderful day with your loved ones!
It's supposed to be very nice and sunny today, so Lucky and I are going to enjoy the outdoors while PlusOne and Dad do yard work. Mom is being kidnapped by her BFF Blondie for some much needed "girl" time. I'll let you know how much fun they have later. (If I ever get her back. Mom and Blondie have been known to disappear for a while.)
Mom's had a rough week. PlusOne has had an on and off stomach upset and mom's been fighting a cold, which WAS getting better, until yesterday. When her throat got WICKED sore and mom didn't feel like talking. She just wants to climb in bed and stay there, sort of like what I do when she goes off to work. She wishes she were me right now but I sure don't want to be her. lol