Time is slipping by me so fast. Today was Monday...again. Wasn't it JUST Monday?
The clock just ticks faster and faster...I used to hear my mother say things like that..."where does the time go?"
I had a little white Pom before Mele, Winnie was her name. She died and I was heart broken..and never wanted another dog. Or so I thought...

Then Christmas came..and there she was in a lovely shopping bag with a bow on her neck....from my husband, Frank.
Yes, I know. You kind of flinch when someone takes out their photo's...but today..I did just that...I mean, would you look at that ornery little girl up there...Frank's pants were in shreds around the hem..but that's why he wore them...because she could chew on them... :) His poor slippers were trashed! He didn't care..not a bit!
Just look at how tiny she was. Mele. She wouldn't mind me, didn't know her name, chewed on everything in sight but time passed...

...then she began to know her name...and come to me...FINALLY! I had forgotten what it was like to train a tiny puppy...exasperating!! :) And the clock ticked on...and she grew into this beautiful creature....

...and now I have this wonderful, sweet loving companion that is never far from me.
Under my chair, in my lap curled up at my back, behind my knees in bed...(yes, she sleeps with me...always has and yes...I know about the kennel method..but it's not for me) To each his own, I say.
I am this tiny little dogs world...she was there through the death of my second husband, Frank, just as Winnie was with me through the death of Patrick. When everyone else went back to their lives...these two wonderful, precious dogs were there for me. See her beautiful fur? It has been soaked in many tears...just as Winnie's was.
So...that is my thoughts for this evening. Love, from whatever source, is a precious gift. If I had my life to live over...I would probably do it all the same and I would get another puppy...
Turn around they're tiny, turn around and they're grown...I treasure every single moment with her...the clock is ticking....
Love and hugs,
Mona