Mother's Little Helper

She hovers by my legs and I feel random pats and nose pokes. She is a doll. I should have a camera back in action before the end of the month. You will be shocked at how big she is now. HoneyBelle looks just like her mother. So between the age of 4 and 5 months is when she turned from rubbery puppy to boneless big girl.

Prefer Charmin

HoneyBelle: hhhmmmppphhh! Not sure I like these as much as what I find in the bathroom. It'll do in a pinch though. Uh-oh, I hear the door opening....


Getting the heck out of dodge! Move Ruby! Move Jack! Ruunnnn!!!

The Sonic

For 20 years I have been walking down to the Sonic for an evening out, a stroll with my dogs, a nice way to intake a little hot fudge sunday and walk the calories off (I tell myself that). So HoneyBelle and I saddled up last night and walked down. Bless my fat baby's heart, she lathers at the mouth so bad she could pass as an extra on Old Yeller. I have to bring a bottle of water and wrag to keep watering and wiping her down. She loves to meet-n-greet through our little old fashioned town, and gets plain giddy if a child is outside. The teenage girls on skates love to come out and shower her with hugs and kisses. She is just that squishy. Then I saw the small note taped to the Sonic kiosk. Sonic closing September 1st. What?! It seems that the new Sonic built over by the new mall is taking the place of our drive-in hang out. There is no way to walk to the new one—at the risk of getting ran over by speeding vehicles. The Dairy Queen shut down as well. So much for the revitalization plans for our historic town.