Gram's Place

Today is National Rescue Dog Day.  Hey if there can be a national potato chip day why can’t there be a National Rescue Dog Day? The story of Max. (This is the story all about how my life got flipped- turned upside down) For a very long time, I’ve wanted a lap dog.  A loyal, happy, sit-on-your-Lap dog that takes great care if it’s owner.  I have had dogs before.   After my last dog died tragically in a car accident, it took a very long time for my heart to heal enough to want a dog again. Max was purchased by a woman who wanted a yorkie. She thought she could handle a dog and then realized very quickly that she couldn’t keep him.  She needed to find a new home for him. My friend Melanie heard about Max from her brother, and the two of them decided that Max needed to find a forever home. So one cold November evening Melanie told me to stop over to her house because she had a Christmas gift for me.  Ok but hold on.... who does that?  Either someone who is totally crazy  ... or someone who

I feel like I may have just stepped into a time machine and traveled back in time.... or did I travel into the future?     Either way, I decided to resurrect the old blogger account.   Perfect timing really... I mean, what better time to start blogging again than in the middle of a world wide pandemic?   A lot has changed in 7 years.  Not just a lot.  A LOT. First of all, I have completely forgotten how to write.  I'm not as witty as I used to be.  Being middle aged makes a person cynical and dull, in my humble opinion.   Secondly, I don't know how to operate the new blog formats.  I couldn't figure out how to edit my profile and "about me" section.  So I just opted not to show it - I could figure that much out.   I mean - I can't show it because it's totally not even who I am anymore.   So so so much has changed. And yet, some stuff has stayed the same.  The "stayed the same" list is smaller.  So, I can comment on that easily.   I'm still a