Meet Ripley

 We got a new puppy yesterday.  Have some better pictures on my phone but for some reason, my computer doesn't think they are .jpg files.

He looks like an Ewok, but he's actually a maltipoo. Had him less than a day and he's already spoiled rotten.

Blast from the Past

 

I was minding my business, just fooling around on Facebook, when I got a message that asked, "Are you the same Bob Couch that worked at 3M in Houston back in the 70's?

The question came from Rick Temple, a good friend and fellow copier technician back then, someone I hadn't seen or heard from since about 1976 - that's right, 45 years ago.  

Over the last few days, we have shared information, trying to catch up, and I think we've done a pretty good job of at least hitting the highlights.  He is still married to the same sweet lady, and if Facebook pictures can be trusted, she's still cute as a button.

Up In Smoke

 Both of our Dachshunds passed away in 2019, and, although we hadn't really talked about it, Honey and I had both been thinking about getting another dog.

That was why a post I saw last Sunday seemed like Destiny.  

The post had a picture of Smoky, a black Chiweenie who needed a home.  His owner had recently died, her husband works out of town and the woman who was keeping him had a dog of her own and a landlord who only allowed a one dog maximum.

I was the first to reply, but didn't hear anything back until Wednesday.  Since then it has been a comedy of errors - promises to bring the dog, then various reasons why it didn't happen.  I finally texted her this morning with three options:

• She could bring Smoky out today.
• I would come pick him up.
• We could just decide it wasn't meant to be.

 She replied that she would bring him, but she was worried that he would not do well by himself since he was so used to having her dog for companionship.

I told her to forget it.

 

 

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 Haven't posted anything in a week - actually six days - and I really don't have anything to say today.