This morning after walking six miles I talked to my good friend "Sam" up in Johnson City. Bless her heart, she has been involved with a frustrating puppy rescue for months and she had called to see if we were ready to take one of the pups that I had promised months ago to take. I told her yes, so we made a plan to meet at Hoegemeyers Animal Clinic in Kerrville at one-thirty this afternoon.
For example, months ago Pete sent me an hilarious e-mail telling me that they loved Smilin' Jack. Then he went on to say that Jack knows how to open their refrigerator door and he helps himself to whatever is the fridge, etc. Well, here is the note with pictures that he sent to me today:
"I don't know. It's crazy. It just feels like where ever you go in the house you are being watched. Maybe we are infested by big black dogs.
I have been enjoying your new book. Like everything else these days, I've been doing it real slow.
Hope you and Tony are A Ok! We would love to make it up there.
Hugs and kisses,