Like every puppy we’ve had, Riley goes 100 mph for a couple of hours and then flops down and snoozes for a couple of hours.
Category Archives: Family & Friends
Tornado hits Jefferson City
I grew up in “Tornado Alley” (southeast Missouri) and saw lots of them. But you don’t see them in hilly river towns like Jefferson City, Missouri. Until you do. A three square mile section of JC got hammered last night, including my friend George Tergin. Don’t have a lot of info but it sounds like it destroyed his shop and his storage units.
One of which contained the hardtop for my Land Rover. Looks like it might be scuffed up and a little bent but it’s still there. Stay tuned.
UPDATE (5/23/19): George Kopp and I visited what was once 54 Store More this afternoon. Won’t try to describe it. The hardtop to my truck was balanced precariously on a table at the back of the unit. Were it to topple off it would surely have done more damage so we eased it down to the floor and will complete the rescue when we’re allowed back in.
Thanks to the ginormus bed on my pickup, I think we’ll be able to use that to transport to a body shop. Got a feeling those guys will be busy for a while but I’ve got all summer to get her fixed.
UPDATE (5/24/19): The hardtop has been rescued. Andrew and George did the heavy lifting but we got it in the pickup and safely home. Have the summer to make repairs.
Riley and Hattie snoozing
Riley and Hattie at play
Clyde and Sue meet Riley
Our friends Clyde and Sue stopped by to meet the new pup and reminded me of the truest of truisms: you can always tell who loves dogs and who just says they do (who doesn’t love dogs, right?) The “says they do” will –upon meeting the dog– bend carefully from the waist and gingerly pat the dog on the head before asking if there’s “someplace I can wash up.” Real dog lovers almost always get down on the floor with dog, oblivious to slipper and dog hair.
Riley, Hattie, Barb and Steve
Riley granted immediate bed privileges
Riley
Riley is home. She and Hattie got along great, right out of the chute. More photos tomorrow.
Riley litter(s): Six weeks
Straitjacket
I found this clip languishing in my flickr account. Barb was doing some (legal) work at a psych facility that had closed and made off with a straitjacket. We share a sense of humor. I was never able to put the thing on but persuaded co-worker Christie to let us buckle her up. I hope and assume that there are more humane restraints today.