Mom and I went up to visit Grandma and Hap for their birthdays in July. They had found a lost dog, who we later found out was named Queenie. Once Grandma and Hap found out who the dog belonged to, the woman who belonged to Queenie told them that Queenie had been spooked by fireworks during the 4th of July and ran off. The woman and Queenie live on the other side of Highway 301, which runs in front of Grandma's house. The woman was surprised Queenie crossed 301, being as busy as it is. But dog and owner were reuinited shortly after we had visited them on this day. Here are some pictures of Queenie, Grandma's Teena, and my 3 kids. Notice how in any of the pictures where people are actually sitting down, they have a lap full of canine...make that canines. I think between the 4 of the canine children they have a bet to see how many of them can actually fit in their human companions' laps. I have some great pictures of my mother eating something, a piece of bread maybe, and all 4 dogs all around her and in her lap. But any of you that know my mother well, know that she HATES having her picture taken and would skin me alive if I put them in this post. So I will leave those images up to your imagination!
