 I guess our dogs are real California dogs who don't believe in the possibility of rain. Their favorite occupation is pulling their blankets out of the dog house, letting them get soaked in the unexpected rain, and then looking very bemused about the whole turn of events. We provide them with great dog houses - they crowd into the same one. We line them with comfy blankets and towels - they drag them out and often shred them. When we inquire as to what happened, they look as confused as we do about 'How on earth did our blankets get out there?"
 I guess our dogs are real California dogs who don't believe in the possibility of rain. Their favorite occupation is pulling their blankets out of the dog house, letting them get soaked in the unexpected rain, and then looking very bemused about the whole turn of events. We provide them with great dog houses - they crowd into the same one. We line them with comfy blankets and towels - they drag them out and often shred them. When we inquire as to what happened, they look as confused as we do about 'How on earth did our blankets get out there?"A place to share ideas on making a comfortable home. I do it through quilting, being faithful to my Faith, and caring for my family. Being a Catholic, sewing, and baking cookies are a few of my favorite things. I'm open to discussion!
Monday, December 3, 2012
And the rain came down, down, down . . .
 I guess our dogs are real California dogs who don't believe in the possibility of rain. Their favorite occupation is pulling their blankets out of the dog house, letting them get soaked in the unexpected rain, and then looking very bemused about the whole turn of events. We provide them with great dog houses - they crowd into the same one. We line them with comfy blankets and towels - they drag them out and often shred them. When we inquire as to what happened, they look as confused as we do about 'How on earth did our blankets get out there?"
 I guess our dogs are real California dogs who don't believe in the possibility of rain. Their favorite occupation is pulling their blankets out of the dog house, letting them get soaked in the unexpected rain, and then looking very bemused about the whole turn of events. We provide them with great dog houses - they crowd into the same one. We line them with comfy blankets and towels - they drag them out and often shred them. When we inquire as to what happened, they look as confused as we do about 'How on earth did our blankets get out there?"
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