Snips & Snails & Puppy Dog Tails

My name is Baxter and I am 5 years old.   I’m pretty lucky too because I remember my first year as a puppy, there were a lot of days when I didn’t think they’d let me live to see my first birthday.  And here I am at 5!  For my birthday I got a big  old rawhide bone to chew.  I made my Dad hold it for me ‘cuz he likes to spoil me that way.  And I like to let him.

                      I also like to ride in the pick-up.  I ride shotgun except when my Dad goes out of the pickup, I get behind the wheel and pretend I get to drive.  He never lets me tho.

Riding in the tractor is my 2nd favorite thing. I have my own buddy seat so I can be watchful

and advise Dad on planting, cultivating and what-not.

Sometimes while we’re “working” in the tractor, I just get bored with the whole thing and need to have a little nap. I just hope Dad’s not napping too.  That auto-steer can be a dangerous thing if we both get sleepy.

Like they say, it’s a dog’s life!

Speaking of dogs, I’ve a birth announcement.  Our son Aaron just got himself a new young’un.  His name is Mack.


Enough with the foolishness,  I need to catch up with the rest of the pictures from our Tour of Tables event.  There were a total of 14 tables and I’ve got to say that this year was the tops.  There were so many outstanding tables.  So many creative ideas.  I’m not going to narrate these, so just go ahead a scroll through….              

Hollywood, California:
                                                          







Illinois – where John Deere tractors are born:




Arizona was the birthplace of the Red Hat Society:


Delaware was the first state:


Washington state is the apple state:















My table (which you saw in the last post) was New Jersey, the garden state:

OK, here’s a short story for you about grandson #1.  Actually, he is the only grandson but he’s definitely a keeper.   One day when he was here for a play day, he was his usual busy self investigating anything and everything.  Here’s a clue about investigating – he’s 20 months old.  ‘Nuff said.  The following pictures are real – the story is pure fiction.

“#1, I can’t believe what a naughty boy you’ve been.  I’m afraid you will have to take a time-out to sit in the dog crate.”















“But Nana, I didn’t mean it, I’ll be good.  Just don’t make me sit in the dog crate”.   Can you see the tears on his poor little face?















“Ha, tricked you Nana!!  This is so much fun!”


“Let’s do it again!” 















Isn’t he a great # 1? 

The Threads met a week ago and we had a great experience and took a tour of the famous (to us) Kirkbride Building.  It was built 1888 by the state of MN and it was called the State Insane Asylum.  I kid you not.  They had as many as 2,000 patients there at one time.  It is now sitting empty.  Our town is trying desperately to find a buyer who will restore the building and turn it into something wonderful.  It is truly one of the most beautiful buildings and grounds that you can imagine.  I’ll see if I can grab a picture of it to insert here.  At any rate, if you are interested, I believe the selling price is………………..$1.00. 

                                             
This part of the building is called the central tower.  I wanted to find a picture of the grand staircase because it is awesome and has been much photographed.      The picture below shows the tower in the center of the rest of the complex.  Those wings on either side were all attached – it was all one building.   As you can see, it is huge.   There are also a number of supporting buildings.    There will be many, many unhappy people if we can’t find a way to save this beautiful complex from the wrecking ball.  So sad.  
            

We (the Threads) had lunch at the local pub – Mabel Murphy’s and a few productive members brought a little show & tell. 
  Lori’s quilt #1, front & back.

      Lori’s quilt #2

     Lori’s quilt #3.  So sorry about my bad photography.

    Karen’s quilt made for her great-niece.

Well, that’s all she wrote.  My computer fingers are tired and so am I – it’s time for this old gal to say goodnight.

Ms. Faye