Our rescue Boston Terrier “Vinnie” got neutered this week.
He will miss out on some excitement, sure, but he’s got two girlfriends for life in Baby and BonBon. Vinnie’s quite the gentleman with them, and the three run around and play and cuddle like they were cribmates.
We signed the paperwork to adopt the lad today. The rescue agency only wanted $125 but we gave them $300. “We Care For Animals” does such important work here in the community and are such nice folks. We are so grateful (as is Vinnie) that he found his way to the Manning pack. He needed us more than we needed him, but only a few weeks into his presence here…Vinnie’s become a fixture in the household. He ain’t leavin’: fuggetaboutit!
He’s my Man Dog.
We will be leaving soon for Yuma to visit our good friends Dan and Peggy Quinn and their Boston Terrier “Katie”. Oooooh, there’s going to be mayhem down there with four Boston Terrorists running about and fighting over toys. And, the Quinns have some friends with Bostons…oh, Boy, the fur is going to fly.
Vinnie lost his jewels this week and we lost our Mexican vacation. Our plan was to visit the Yucatan to visit our good friend Lloyd, who recently bought a house in Progreso. Unfortunately, our health has been crummy for several months (allergy, bronchitis, urinary tract infections, old age, etc.) and, taken together with the recent Covid-19 “Omicron” variant spread, it is not wise to go out of country at this time. So, we’ll reschedule at a later date.
I hope people have learned from this pandemic: you can’t shuck and jive biology! Those viruses don’t give a damn what your politics are; they are super-focused on doing their thing and change tactics when obstacles are placed in their way. It’s called Evolution and it’s how we human beings came to be here. We’ll probably need several more booster shots of Chlorox before this damn pandemic calls it quits.
(By the way, the Covid-19 testing requirements for airline flights to/from Mexico right now are quite burdensome. One must get a test within 24 hours of a flight (incoming or outgoing) and have the verified results at the time of the flight. It’s awkward and expensive (several hundred dollars per person per test). That’s around $800 for our trip to/from Mexico, which is more than we would have paid for the flight, hotel or car rental. No bueno, Senor.)
Our “adopted 5th son” Jason and his girlfriend Kami stayed over last night on their way from Las Vegas to Denver. The two of them are hauling the last of her possessions up to Jason’s big home in Aurora; it looks like they are going to give their romance the big test of living together.
We are so happy: Jason, a very intense guy, seems mellowed out a bit, and she is such a sweet gal. He’s a big shot with Richmond America, a nationwide homebuilding company, and she’s working toward her Registered Nurse degree. We hope to see them when they get settled in.
Hopefully, they will live happily ever after.
Which reminds me: Charlie and I are celebrating our 48th year together. That’s a long time, nowadays. My parents and Charlie’s were both married for 50 years, and my brother Terry and his wife Kay have been together for 50-something. Wow, that’s a long time!
It takes work, of course. There are ups and downs in life, arguments, and differences of opinion. Spouses can get crabby when they are sick, frustrated, overworked, and such. We yell at each other from time to time, for sure. But, we have so much history and things in common, by this point, that blowups don’t last long, thank goodness. We work through the rough spots and focus on common goals: it’s not nuclear physics.
I hope Jason and Kami can experience this wonderful thing that we’ve found: the miracle of love.
Charlie’s birthday is January 3rd (76 years young!). We are now planning on taking the dogs and the RV down to SoCal on that day, spending some time with our kids (Tim & Shanon and Jeff & Carol), turning in the rig for repairs at Temecula Valley RV, spending the night with our good friends Clark and Karin Pace, and driving home to Mesquite on January 6th.
I have a list of items that need to be done on the motorhome and, at this point, I don’t trust anyone else to work on my rig (except Dan Quinn, who’s got bum knees).
Hopefully, I can return to SoCal in a few weeks to pick up The Beast, which will be in tip top shape for another Summertime romp up to the Pacific Northwest.
Yee Haw, I’m ready for 2022!