WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

 

 

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What does she whisper in his ears ?

What happens ???? 

 

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AWWW MONDAY

63 years ago, when I was 20, I got my first cat. This was Piccola, black from head to tail here on the right. She lived 20 years with me and shared all important events in my life. She choose my husband, she watched over the Baby when I became mother she moved 3 times with me, and was a real special cat.

During the time I was without my dashboard I downloaded from my albums all the cats who had shared my life. There was Max, a silver tabby,  besides him a Calico cat named Mitzi, Arthur 1 (the little one ) who died after one year from a heart attack, I found him in front of the kitchen door. Rick was so sad, that we went the next day to the shelter nearby and asked for a white cat, fortunately just at the same time we arrived, came a boy with a box in which was Arther 2 ! Rick took him out of the box and immediately disappeared outside. I had to fill in the papers swear that we would go to the vet and have him spayed in 6 month. Rick was so happy. The tortoise called Lisa, unfortunately got sick and died at only 15. And last but not least came Rosie, who will be 20 next year and who is still with me..

 

 

and these two are English girls from London, Pookie and Kim. They belonged to my son. When he had to work in Amsterdam for 3 months (!) he asked us if we could keep them, as Kim couldn't get used to a life inside and refused to eat. Of course we said yes. 16 years later they were still with us ! They got so used to our house and us that we couldn't give them back. Anyway Kim who had  an elephant's memory, would hide every time my son came over! She sensed it days in advance; I think she must have been a fortune teller in a past life.

 

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FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

Hello my friends I am finally back ! It was nearly a month that I fought with heat, my CPDO  and on top of that, there was a Google update, supposed to make everything easier, that actually locked me out of my dashboard completely. I felt as though I’d ​​lost my job,  I never imagined I would miss blogging so much. Every day, I dug through the guts of Google and Blogger, using words a lady really shouldn't say while trying to find a solution, though the only new name I could come up with was "Gloggerboogle." 

Then, one day, without much hope, I decided to try accessing my old blog; it worked, and from there I clicked over to my new blog and there was the internal page I needed for everything. I was even able to create a new header. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, and I felt better right away.

During all this time I didn't participate in our games, because I was afraid of this old A/C which distributed gently microbes, bacilli, colds, cough, etc. 

Amandine our manager told me that I could sit in the new visitor lounge on the third floor, there was a brand-new air conditioning system; it was cozy, too, and had a beautiful view.

Here I sat and played scrabble. The normally green grass had become yellow it hadn't rained since ages.

Isabel takes care of me together with my son, came for a visit to show me her new dog. She had lost her two terriers due to age nearly at the same time and swore she would not take a dog anymore before her retirement. But not to walk without dog, which looks stupid when you are alone, she helped in a shelter and walked dogs. Until the day she walked this cutie below. 

The police had confiscated dogs from Romanians who were using them for begging. The little one was still young and evidently not badly treated, he doesn't bark like often little dogs do and stays well-behaved in his large cage in the car. He seems to be used to it. He is such a friendly, sweet dog—a real doll. It is a Bichon I think a French bread.

Isabel with "Spirou"                                                 And an AI photo putting Spirou and Rosie together it look so real. He met her, sniffed a bit at her basket but that was it. 

  

While my dashboard was out of work, I made some AI photos, a birthday card for my son who loves playing golf. AI made it possible that Rosie loved to play Golf too. 

 

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