The best laid plans

Well, Shopgirlove tried to post. Chez Shop has rather intermitent connectivity at the moment and it has affected my ability to share with you, my darling loves.

There is a large pot of chili on the stove and King Dutch has a new bone--one of those green and white jobs that actually lasts longer than 15 minutes.

Did Shopgirlove tell you about the mysterious case of the red shoes? Well, King Dutch doesn't like his antibiotics. They make him a little sick and he resents them and his Mommy no end when he has to take them. So, for a solid week, I came home to a different chewed-up red shoe in the living room each and every day. Not the second of a pair but one of a different one each time. Now, perhaps Shopgirlove is not au currant with dog psychology, but I heard they were color blind? How then, did King Dutch manage to find and destroy one of every pair of red shoes? He never varied. No black shoes, no brown. Only red. And, by the way, how did Shopgirlove end up with so many red shoes? I do love red, but I had no idea I owned so many red shoes. Who am I? Imelda Marcos?

I will be somewhat reclusive this summer. My professional situation is tenuous at best and my personal life is barely hanging on. Will you check in on me later? I cannnot express how much your loyalty has meant to me...Shopgirlove is going through quite a transition at the moment and she knows that the blogger-karma is not tilting in her favor, but she thinks she's worth waiting for. She/I is/am grateful for the warm and fuzzies you send this way.