No, Friday is fine. I’m just buried this year with all the activities and classes the children are in, and I’m having trouble finding time for any festival contributions. The teens will all volunteer, at least.
I bought a sponsorship with an ad for Greyhound Crossroads. It may end up being “In Memory of Ashdown,” because she’s getting weaker every day. We have to help her up from the floor if she doesn’t have the stronger leg underneath her to get her hindquarters lifted. But she still hops out the door to lie in the sun, and expects a walk when DP gets home from work.
I’m so sorry about Ash. She loves you and the family and will not willingly go over the Rainbow Bridge. She will be there to meet all of you!
*snif*
Dang. I’m going to bed. I can’t handle this...
Poor, dear little Ash. We had a 180 lb. Newfie whom we dieted down to a svelte 160 lb., who lost the use of her distal half, so I used to pick her up and bring her out into the back yard wheelbarrow-style. We still have the military surplus litter we bought for taking her on her last camping trip. She loved camping and her favorite thing to do was to race us to the camp cots to see who would have to sleep on the floor of the tent. We have photos of her huge, screwy grin as she peeked out of the tent.