A sunny Saturday...

...for a change.  It has been raining (pouring) for days now. I am so tired of having to put on boots to walk around the yard with Savannah and Satchmo. And it has rained so much that the grass is as high as Satchmo's belly, so I'm sure the blades of grass are an annoyance to the stitches from his neutering operation.

I think Satchmo has grown a bit since we got him. He seems taller, and a little fuller... his face is still tiny-puppy cute, and those floppy ears of his are irresistible. Both dogs are getting along very well, and Sweet Pea and Satchmo were even sleeping in the same bed yesterday afternoon... it was Satchmo's bed that Sweet Pea curled up in, and when Satchmo came into the kitchen and found part of his bed occupied, he just walked right into it and curled up next to the cat and that was that.

Satchmo is not a big eater, unless you give him what he likes. And what does he like best? The brisket and turkey from a local restaurant ("Truth BBQ"). The meats there are very good, and expensive for this area, but the quality and taste can't be matched, so the price becomes a non-issue. (And heaven knows that the number of really good restaurants in this town is down near the bottom of the totem pole.)

So my husband goes to "Truth" once a week, and now he's sharing the meats with both Savannah and Satchmo, making sure to cut the pieces into chucks to fit the size of each dog.  Needless to say, both dogs follow my husband from room to room, with the hopes that he's heading for the stash of brisket and turkey.  The next time I go to HEB for groceries, I will have to buy a couple of their cooked chickens... Savannah loves that meat, and I'm hoping that Satchmo will also.

We're still in the midst of trying to get some work done on the house so a new roof can be installed. It's been a nightmare, to say the least. There are very few companies in this particular town that one would choose for construction work, and the problem here is that one of the 2nd floor bathroom dormers needs some serious structural work before a new roof can be put on this house. And once again, true to the nature of this blasted town, either people do not return calls, don't show up as promised, or come to look at the job and say they don't want to do it. Just one more nail in the coffin of this town, as far as I'm concerned. After living in NY for so many years and not having a problem getting such jobs done, and then living within the Houston city limits for years with an unlimited supply of construction and repair people, moving out here into these godforsaken hills has been an eye-opener in a long list of non-efficient workers.

But on the bright side... the sun is shining today, and Satchmo makes us both smile whenever we look at him. Savannah is gaining her confidence back now that there is another dog in the house, and we couldn't have asked for a better-behaved puppy than Satchmo.