On Monday night, I went to book club. We read a wonderful book, Secret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya Gowda. It was a fabulous book. The story traveled back and forth between the United States and India. A couple (American and Indian) adopt a baby from India and the life they led. It was a very touching story. I am going to be writing a review on it this week. Our club host fixed authentic…"Part II – My post was too long and my blog went crazy."
As I posted last week, Calypso and I began Obedience Training on Saturday at Pet Smart. My little rambunctious dog was the biggest dog and the most well behaved in class. We arrived a little early and toured the store. She loved sniffing at everything but surprisingly, she did not pick up one item. The manager tried to give her a treat – flavored popcorn – and Calypso turned her nose up at it. She…"My Crazy Life – September 19, 2011 – So, I ran over a pecan tree…"
I haven’t posted in a while – my apologies. I have had some issues that needed dealing with. Life is still a little strange but I’m back. My guess would also be that I will no doubt stir up some controversy with this post. It is not my intent to do so. I was sitting at the nursing home this afternoon and being a people watcher, I did what I do – people watched. And, as…"My Crazy Life – September 11, 2011 – The Nursing Home"
Calypso will be the death of me yet. She knows the commands – sit, down, stay, come – but does she listen – NO! I know what you are thinking – how can she know the commands if she doesn’t listen. You must not have a dog. Last night Hubby and I came home and as usual, I am the gate opener. We had been gone a while and the dogs were waiting near the…"My Crazy Life – September 13, 2011 – Calypso does it again"
When a friend from Connecticut sent this article she had written asking me to read it and give her my opinion on it, I had to laugh. I had just gotten through clicking to join a “You know you are from….” group, and I thought what a coincidence I receive this email within minutes of doing the very thing she was writing about. I’ve never met my good friend Susan. We became acquainted through Facebook via my…"For an on-the-move 'Navy brat,' can New London really be home? By SUSAN ASSELIN-CONNOLLY"