The day started out okay. I am hoping to hear that the breeder has puppies and that gives me a reason to get excited about getting out of bed. No news, yet, but it can't be too long.
Evelyn has been very sweet and has been asking for cuddling - which thrills me to death.
If I wake up at night, I get up and go lay down next to her on the floor for a few minutes and we both love that. Husband discovered I was doing this and is afraid I will get pneumonia - but I won't. It is one thing to pet a dog on the head and scratch behind its ears or on its shoulder blades or chest. Laying down next to it takes it to a whole different level. She is responding.
Had a pretty upbeat morning. I took a picture of one of my Christmas wallhangings to share:
Someone commented about my boots so in between calls, this morning, I took pictures of most of my collection. All I wear to work are cowboy boots - summer AND winter. The bailiffs seem to enjoy guessing what boots I will be wearing on a given day.
Here are my Lucchese burgandy boots:
They are tall so they go well with long skirts. The picture does not do justice to how pretty they are.
These are my Lucchese kangaroo skin shorties:
I LOVE my shorties - they are comfortable and rough. I don't usually wear them to work unless there is snow or ice and I feel like I have a good excuse to go rugged.
Here are my pride and joy - my ridiculously expensive Paul Bond Boots:
We actually flew out to Tucson and drove to the border town to get these done. They fit like a dream and I got to design them - even picked out the actual skins. I was going for a traditional look. I had them put in "true blue" hearts in lucky horseshoes (we keep lucky horseshoes on the mantel). I especially like the scalloped tops. I should probably be buried in them but perhaps it would better if my kids sold them on ebay so they'd get an inheritance.
Here is the front:
Here are my fancy red Lucchese boots:
I wear these a lot with pants because they have a black bottom. They are really too short for me to feel comfortable wearing with skirts.
Here are my Buffalo hide Stewart boots:
I don't actually wear these much. I had them custom made and they fit perfectly but the material is so heavy and stiff that I just never wear them. If I were out working cattle these are the ones to wear!
Here are my black Billy Martins:
These are the ones I was wearing that I posted about a couple of days ago.
Here is the group:
It looks like I have a lot but I still have a cheap black pair in my closet. Husband has about thirty pairs. His current favorite is the elephant skin. It is so tough that bullets would bounce off those bad boys (he says they are comfortable).
I think it is ridiculous to spend more than $50.00 for footwear and had to "put my foot down" because he kept buying me more.
Here are the ones I wear most of the time:
I had a doctor's appointment this afternoon but right before I left, we got a call from the vet to come pick up Jezebel's remains. So I have been crying most of the afternoon. Husband wanted me to let him go pick them up (he thought it would be too emotionally taxing for me) but I insisted I'd do it. She was my girl and doing the hard stuff comes with doing the easy stuff.
I was still weeping when I got to the doctor's office (the one that is used to only male patients - probably freaked him out). He was very nice. We ended up discussing whether I should "go silver," i.e., dye my hair silver ala Emmy Lou Harris. Looking back, I realize he must have really been humoring me. He lost his good dog last year. If you want to know if someone has lost a pet, tell them yours died. It is always close to the surface.
The original plan would be that if every looked good, I'd come back to the doctor in three months. He decided I could come back in a year. I'm thinking I scared him badly enough that he wanted to put off dealing with an emotional female patient as long as he could, short of malpractice. At least he did not refer me to a psychologist.
I brought home Jezebel in her nice little cherry wood box. Good lord, I am going to start crying, again. I will spare you a picture - that is just a little too gruesome even for me. It is just like the one we got for Sapphire (same company). Jezebel's is heavier. Hmm. Sapphire outweighed Jezebel by about 10 pounds. Water weight? I have lots of suspicions about crematoriums. I had similar thoughts when they cremated each of my parents. Really, you don't know what you are getting. Or rather, what you are getting back. I think I will just not think about that too much.
This is a precious condolence card that a friend sent:
Check out those white paws holding the flower.
Here is our little sweetie:
If I hear anything about puppies, I'll let you know. This would really be a good day to have some happy puppy news.