Sadie Mae's 15 Minutes of Fame
The callers all want to know where they can get a YoChon, a Yorkie/Bichon Frise' mix, so I give them Junior Horton's phone number up in Hillsville so they can call and see when he'll have another litter to sell. I also told them her appearance has changed considerably, away from the Yorkie caramel/white/black to more of the bichon pure silky white coat. She also has lengthened out (the better to reach high tables and chew up my glasses!). Expected to reach a weight of 6.5 lbs after weighing only 2 lbs when we got her, she has grown to 10 pounds! But she is a skinny little thing beneath the puffy white coat.
Her eyes and nose still show up pure black, of course. (Right now, I can hear Becky Mushko saying: Post a picture! Post a picture! It's way past time for me to learn how to take pictures and scan them in and post them.)
Her turbo runs on the lawn continue; one caller said her bichon did that, so perhaps that is not a Yorkie trait. She LEAPS high into the air, grinning and showing her teeth. A closed-mouth smile is definitely from Yorkie dad.
Ah, what a beautiful early spring we are having! Temps are 75, 85 degrees and so far, we've gotten enough rain to turn our Japanese weeping cherry tree into a huge canopy of pink blossoms drawing large bees and many butterflies. Behind the tree, on the sloping lawn, our three fruitless pear trees are nearly through blossoming and are turning green with leaves. The new peony fronds in the front flower bed are nearly a foot high. Good thing we put the round cages on as soon as the red pointy beginning stalks poked up through the brown mulch. If you wait too long, the stalks snap off.
Dick mulched everything nicely and even bragged to friends and family (especially up in northern Maine) that he's already mowing the lawn. March is still winter up there, April too most years. I don't know how many Easter Sundays we took pictures of the grandkids holding their Easter baskets, wearing heavy down jackets and standing in front of towering snow banks!
I honestly believe SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder, from lack of sunlight) hits most folks who live in the far north. Two of Dick's good friends are buckling under bouts of depression. My daughter gets out into the sunlight as much as she can, winter or not. Her kids, too. She'd love living here in Virginia but I haven't convinced her yet. Her daughter, husband and baby son are moving to St Pete, Florida sometime next week. Maybe that'll get Cathie to move south.