The Boys

March is a busy month for me as one of my grand daughter's has a birthday the beginning of the month.  Next comes my son, whose birthday falls on the fourteenth and last but not least is none other than the Pres himself, who was born today, the nineteenth.  A meeting of the minds has taken place and a celebration was slated for Saturday, the seventeenth.

Since it is easier for the Pres and I to drive to see the kids, we spent all day in "their neck of the woods."

Beginning with my son's house Saturday morning, which means I get to see my youngest grand daughter, Mia, we will then head to my MIL's to spend the afternoon and sing to the Pres.  The last stop will be my daughter's for pizza and yet another cake singing to both of the boys!

A New Direction aka Taking Flight

The state of Rhode Island has always held a special place in my heart.  Way back in 1802, when I was raising my son and daughter on my own and summer came, we would occasionally drive to the beach in Rhode Island.  The waves were AWESOME...much bigger...there even though the drive was a little longer than the drive to the beaches here in Connecticut.

Well, Rhode Island has taken on a whole new meaning for me.  Spending the entire day there this past Tuesday was absolutely awesome!  My daughter picked me up in the morning and we were both curious about how long it would be from my house.  It only took one hour and twenty minutes which is what it takes me now to get to her place. 

You see, she's relocating to Newport with the company she works for and should be in her new place the beginning of May!  So, needless to say, Tuesday was an exciting day for her because she met with a few realtors to look at properties.  It was an exciting day for me because I got to tag along to join in the fun!

Then before going to lunch and since we had some time before meeting the next realtor, we took a ride.  About 1/2 mile away from one of the houses she looked at we discovered a lovely serene park right on the Atlantic.

Next week, they are returning to Rhode Island to hopefully finalize their decision as to which place they will live.  Then, March and April will be packing.  The Pres and I are planning on them using our trailer that we bought to get us here.  

You're probably wondering about me being saddened by this decision.  I am not.  I am sooooo excited for her and her honey as a whole new world awaits them as they, like the geese in the photos, take flight!  Besides, all the places we looked at have at least two bedrooms...one for Mom!!!
 

A Whopper of a Tail

Once upon a time, there was a dog named Copper.  Occasionally, when Copper's master would go visit one of her neighbors, Copper and Moon would go as well.  Sometimes, while I visited with Margaret, chatting about plants and shrubs, the dogs would wander around her property, running to and fro through the woods.

One day, however, the pond called to Copper.  It said, "Psst, come on in Copper.  If you do, perhaps you can catch the snapping turtle that's swimming out in the middle."  And so, Copper, the bone~head, entered the water.

He got out up to his chest and decided not to pursue his prey (thank goodness!!!!).  Can you imagine Copper tackling a snapping turtle...especially the big one that inhabits Margaret"s pond?  

The Leisurely Stroll

It was a brisk, sunny day...a perfect day to walk with Moon and Copper.  Since I hadn't been out walking for quite a while, I wanted to take it slow and easy...no running, no fast pace walking...just a leisurely stroll with my best friends.

It felt good.  No, I stand corrected.  It felt great...looking up at the blue sky watching the clouds crossing overhead, feeling the breeze.  It was perfect.  But then, as we neared the end of the gravel road, I thought I saw a flash of white through the still barren trees. 

Dismissing it as a car going by, we continued.  But then the flash of white happened again.  It was no car and now it became more clear.  We were nearly roadside by now when the white pitt bull came totally into view.  Glancing down at Moon and Copper's body language, they spotted him too.

 

Heart racing I spoke loudly and assertively to the "kids"...HOME, pulling on their leashes to do an about face and "home" up the hill.  Heading up the incline I felt the tension  and then felt the pulling on my left leg's muscles and ligaments..something I didn't want to do.  But I didn't care.  We just needed to get back to the yard quickly!  Moon kept looking back over her shoulder as did I.  The dog had now approached the edge of it's yard and was heading onto the paved road.  No oncoming traffic...nothing to distract it...it was heading diagonally across the two lane road toward the gravel road...and us.

With still another 500 feet to go before we got to our driveway, I picked up the pace, pain and all.  I just didn't want that dog to get near us...near me.  I thought I heard someone call out to the pitt, but then again it could have just been the wish I heard so loudly floating around in my mind.

It seemed to take forever to get up that road and to the gate.  Quickly opening it and letting the dogs in first, I turned to see the proximity of the white muscular pit.  Just as it got to the corner edge of our fence, it stopped looking through me within the confines of the fence confines.  Stopping short, it wheeled around and began to trot back down the road toward it's owner calling loudly looking over it's shoulder back at us.

I was scared...scared for me yet more scared for Moon and Copper who, to my knowledge have never been in a fight with another dog!  I was not only afraid that I wouldn't be strong enough to control them but also that I wouldn't be able to control the other dog!

Oh, one more thing.  Unlike Virginia, there is a leash law here in Connecticut.  For that I am grateful.  If I continue to see loose dogs, I will most definitely call the warden.  After all, if my dogs are on leashes, then others should be as well.  Although it sounds as if I am against pit-bulls, I am not.  Copper is part pit-bull.  What I am against is a dog that is not leashed or under control of it's master. 

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