|Baby Snooks when she was 5|
Baby Snooks loves getting groomed, but finding a good groomer on the road is not easy. We visited one who did not even get her clean. I should have known when they said, "You can pick her up in 30 minutes." When we lived in California, we went to a do-it-yourself place and it was grand. In Florida, she loved her regular groomer. This morning we took Baby Snooks to a local doggie bakery and self grooming place. It is in the process of being sold, however.
|Baby Snooks at 17, getting better|
So many folks prayed and sent heartfelt notes to us. The outpouring of love was amazing. Snookie made it through the night but showed only a small improvement the next day, yet each day since, she has gotten a little stronger and today, she was strong enough for a bath and even tried to mooch some of Richard's lunch. What a merciful God we serve!
We brought sandwiches and hiked the short trail to the picnic area. There was a sign warning us about mountain lions and telling us if we encountered one we should not run but "try to make yourself look big," and we could also throw rocks at the predator.
The wounds on Richard's arm are not from a big cat, though. He fell in the dark the other night on a refrigerator run between the house to the coach. There are large and tall stepping stones here along with gravel... and the light was off. We're using the frig in the house because ours doesn't run that well when not on shore power, just one of several little issues we need to deal with while sitting around this winter.
After our meal, Richard hiked one of the trails and got some good photos. He was gone a little longer than I expected so I began to wonder if the mountain lions were all having their afternoon naps as they should be. I decided to question the next exiting hikers. The first group I approached interrupted me as I asked, "Have you seen a tall man..." They turned and pointed... He was right behind them.
Yes, we lead an blessed and adventuresome life... It's so much more fun than sitting in a rocker on the proverbial front porch of retirement.
|The "Five Fingers" of Kolob Canyons|