Captain Kangaroo!

Hi everyone! Today my blog is 1 year old! It has been one year since our dog, Abbie, our rescued wannabe black Lab, flung all purpose flour—all over my kitchen and the 'big room"—in the wee hours of the morning! I want to thank all of y'all for following my blog and making comments that make me laugh out loud! I love y'all! And, I am pleased to report that all of the flour is finally gone from the floor. No snow drifts here—just dust and cobwebs!

Today, because of Mercury being in retrograde, I have been really busy, paying bills and filling out quarterly reports, etc. I promise to blog tomorrow evening, and catch all of y'all up on the rescue ranch. Have a great evening!

P.S. Kinky called me this morning, to tell me that he has renamed his truck! Our connection was poor, as was my hearing, and I didn't hear him tell me his new name for his hunter green pickup. Not telling him that I didn't hear the new name, I said, "Kinky the name of your new truck should be—Mr. Green Jeans!

Kinky laughed out loud! "I love it, Nance! It's the perfect name—Mr. Green Jeans!" Kinky laughed some more.

"I know Kinky," I said. "Remember, I'm good at naming things. In fact, if you will remember, I named the Cadillac—The Navigator."

"No you didn't!" Kinky argued. "I named it The Navigator."

"Sorry, Kinky you're wrong, again," I said. "I am sorry. You asked me what to name it, in front of Tone, while we were standing out in front of the Lodge, and I said, I think you should call it the Navigator, in honor of Tom, since it had been his car. Tony will back me up on this, too."

"Okay," Kinky said. "You're right. I remember now. You did name it—The Navigator—not me. Well, it's official now, Nance, my truck's new name is going to be Mr. Green Jeans! It's perfect and funny!"

"Good," I said. "Captain Kangaroo would be proud. Did I ever tell you about that man who called me a few years back, from New York City, that had worked for Captain Kangaroo, and the Ft. Worth Zoo, the same time that I did, who wanted us to take in twenty elephants?"

"No Nance, you have got to be kidding me? Twenty elephants?"

"Yes, twenty or thirty of them, that needed rescuing. He told me that he was now a clown, since Captain Kangaroo had passed, and he was working for a circus, and learning how to walk the tight rope or high wire, something like that..."