SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT:
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TODAY'S WORD IS
n. instrument with bristles
I absolutely adore being brushed....and mom is purrty good at it too
This is my brush every night just before bedtime
I sashay into the family room....park my tush
in front of the table by the couch. Mom keeps my
brush in the drawer. She
rouses from her comfy seat to give me my nightly brushing.
Many of you will remember Angel Remington, the gentle Newfie, who addressed everyone as
His mom, Beth, and my mom were buddies. Beth was an expert at spinning yard. In 2010 Beth asked mom to start saving my furs after she brushed me. Mom sent her a zip lock bag of my furs every few months. After about 9 months of steady brushing,
She added some of Remington's longer furs to my fur to make it spin better. Beth spun 70 yards of our furs to send to mom.
The blue arrows mark the rows of our spun furs.
Mom had enough to put one row of our furs in a mini
afghan she made for me and two rows of our furs in a
scarf she made for herself.
The afghan and scarf are very much treasured keepsakes.
Rem here's looking at the moon
B R U S H:
a brief encounter
We lost huge limbs out of 3 pine trees during the storm
on Wednesday night. All 3 tree are loop sided and will need to come down.
Thanks to Jakey Dory's Bro giving a lesson in Pizap....
I was able to go out into the snow....
This was mom's first attempt at adding me to different scenes.
I hope she takes me to the beach next time so I can go fishing.
The photo below is my snow scene with enhancements from my buddy
We both thought this looked like a scene from Dr. Zhivago
minus the 21st century conveniences.