Ernie the girl, conjoined twins, a fancy car and thrifty finds.

 

Before Ernie lost her hearing and her ability to know which way home was, she came to the door most days in the summer. If the door was open she politely stepped inside and sat , looking at me on the computer or in the kitchen. She got  a pet, a "good girl" and a buffalo biscuit and then she  meandered back home. It has been a couple of years,   for her own safety,  that she has been on a lead and kept indoors.  I have missed her visits very much. She is the sweetest girl! happy all of the time and so well behaved- a gem of a pooch.

Last night a knock on the door and there stood  Ernie and her human, wagging and smiling and glad -to- see- you...there to report that this is going to be her final day on the planet. She will be going off to Flora Jane's idea of what happens after we die. Brought by to say our goodbyes to a very good girl and a prize of a doggo, our Ernie.  she is older than I thought- I thought that maybe she might have been eleven tops but she is nearly 15 and her legs are not working, she has other issues as well and it is time. She will not suffer the wheels coming entirely off- been down that road with other pets and it is not pleasant, not forgiving, to linger in a shite state.  Difficult thing to do for your beloved  but admirable that while she is still wagging and being lovely, her humans are giving her a break. The love is big.

"The doctor gives you a shot and  your mom puts you in the earth and then you get to go to the underground place where you can play all day with ALL of the dogs and cats and children and eat treats and there are more stars than what we have" - Flora Jane , age 4 3/4.

 

 

Ernie, nearly 15.

This morning I saw purple foot prints on the deck, The raccoons walking on purple petals that have blown from the flowers dyed their little feet. They are feeling goth.

When Stella and I left Clarissa's place we met a large gnome carved from a tree-

We followed this vintage car which was probably headed to a car show of some sort, all shiny and manicured. Looking like a great drive in movie car ,with an amorous boyfriend -back in the day. 

Stella, of the best ideas , parked by a really fun vintage shop where she bought a sweet metal basket for her deck flowers and I bought wooden spools, an old tin with dead people on it, and three peculiar dolls.  The granny is celluloid , fragile , paper thin, and has a hefty hole in her head. I may remedy that with something...vintage cotton bandage?

 

-dead people on a tin - 

Three days of Stella last week has been SO LUCKY!! She is the BEST! as you know, and we balance one another in that she can't hear and I can't see . Together we make a complete person.

This morning Jan sent photos of her children- the conjoined twin daisies. They are stunning aren't they?

Full bloom and probably on the way out as we all are. Cared for lovingly by our Jan, a Bonny Lass! Good to the core!

It is mid day now and still 59 degrees. The flowers on the deck are loving this cold summer. They are leggy but perky, I picked some for Clarissa, to take to her opening. I found a rainbow basket at the thrift store, of course. Perfect for Clarissa.