MEET SYDNI

I have a friend that would say, in a situation like this,"Help! I've fallen down and I can't reach my beer!" That's pretty much how I'm doing, without the beer of course. No drinking for me! Just ask my Doc.

The problem is this: After I came home from running away I kept running into the print outs of my 360 blog. I just had a feeling that they wouldn't all transfer like yahoo said they would and boy was I right. The only ones that transferred were the ones I did after things started going south. None of the fun ones went like they were supposed to. But I had them printed out just in case, right?

Well, in all the mess of cleaning (see pics from previous posts) and arranging and worrying, I ran across them several times. And I kept telling myself that as soon as things got settled down a little I would re post them. You guys are going to love the 'Camp Fire' stories. A lot of people like the 'Wake Up Leroy' stories even better. Either way, they'll all get told again, even if I have to make them up all over again.

Tonight, I'll tell you about Sydni. Last Sept. my little yorkie Babideau got killed. It took me a long time to get over it and even with everything that has happened, loosing her hit me the hardest.

A few weeks ago I had to make one of my rare trips to town. The whole trip was a wasted dead end. BUT I made a stop at the local truck stop for a paper and something to drink before I headed on back. In that paper I saw an add for yorkies. Before I even read it I knew it would do me no good, but I never learn. Anyway, there was a breeder across the state line in Oklahoma who woke up one morning and decided she had had it! She was just going to sell out. The dogs were selling at $100 and $150. The way the add was worded I could tell that she wanted to sell only to other breeders.

I missed Babideau so much, but I'd been checking yorkie prices on the internet and the dogs that came even close to Babideau are running from $1200 to $1500. I couldn't help myself, I tried to call but of course, got a machine. Oh well, I tried.

That night I got a call from the breeder! Surprise! And, yes, she was trying to sell to breeders, but if I liked I could come by and see if there wasn't just the perfect dog for me. And there was! If anything she's even smaller than Babideau and her name is Sydni. I'd love to tell you she's a perfect angel, but she's just like every other animal I've ever had.....it's my fault if it rains or if the cat doesn't like her. Oh! I forgot to say, she loves Sox. She kisses his face every chance she gets. He thinks it's totally undignified, and hides in the room that used to be my library most of the time.....well except when it rains, then he comes out and gripes at me just like she does....Sheesh, they're never satisfied!...lol