If you know me, you know I have a thing for dogs. I really have a problem, I think. If there's a stray, I'll take it in. If we go to Walmart and they're having a doggy adoption day, watch out. Several years ago, a neighbor had a dog who needed a good home. Quickly. If she didn't find a home by the end of the day, her husband was taking him to the pound. And he was so cute!
I called my husband. At this point in life we already had two dogs. His exact words were, "We need another dog like we need a hole in our heads." I agreed. When he got home from work that evening, he was met at his car by...three dogs. He fell in love with Patches (what a great name for a quilter's dog!) instantly, just like I had a few hours earlier. Patches has been such a special dog, and we can't imagine life without him. And now that I've gone on and on about Patches, I realize I'm not even posting a photo of him today. I'll show you Patches tomorrow, I promise!
We're now up to a grand total of four dogs, though for several years we had five. In the photo above are Prince (the older of the dachshunds) and Oliver (the dachshund wannabe). Oliver was a Walmart adoptee.
Anyway, the point of this long, drawn out story is really going to be a let down. I drove to Atlanta today to take my parents to meet my brother. He drove them the rest of the way to his home in Augusta. While I was gone, hubby and daughter took two of the dogs for a walk. To make a long story even longer, the leash broke, they had to throw it away, but first....