OODS AND ENDS

I took Baby Doc in for shots. A woman came in carrying a little white dog and I thought, I know her.
When she sat down behind me I realised she is my very best jewelry client. In fact, I have a necklace she bought that I need to fix. I did  fix it, but I think I am going to re-do all the pieces like the one that fell off. I know what happened, and it SHOULDN'T happen to the other pieces, but it shouldn't have happened to that one, either. Anyway it was interesting to see her outside the Gallery and nice to meet her dog, who she had told me about.

My husband had a cup of Starbuck's on his way to get his hair cut.
I grew up in a household where coffee was served black, and so I drink mine black, when I drink it, and so does John. I am not sure he had just one cup...it's like having Chatty Cathy in the chair in the living room. (John is one of the quietest people I know.) If you are reading this and are too young to know who Chatty Cathy was, google it.

While we were hanging around the animal hospital I wandered back to the groomers and Baby Doc got his nails cut, his paws trimmed and a real brushing by the groomer while we talked with Doc (the one with two legs and a DVM degree.) Actually he and I didn't TALK much since it is so close to the election that nothing we talk about will end without bloodshed.

Baby Doc weighs 23.3 pounds and the Bassets are starting to walk underneath him. It still bounces him off his toes a bit but give him another two weeks and it won't. That's how I know he is growing: the Bassets now see him as a door, not an obstacle.