Folks, except daughter Mary, have given up on this blog. At least all, except daughter Mary, have stopped nagging. Indeed, within a few days a year will have passed since my last entry. So no wonder.
One of my old posts complained about a flood in my basement apartment. More floods and puddles have occured since then, the more recent ones having something to do with this small person. 
Cricket is a 6-month-old Chihuahua cross. Considering her undershot jaw, she may have a Peke or some other Oriental palace pet among her ancesters. She's smart and is gradually learning that the HUMANS in her life like to pretend that they are the pack leaders.
And where's Silky, my beloved black Lab? She now very happily lives on an Idaho farm with delightful kids, sheep, goats and two other dogs. Yep, I miss her, but am so grateful that Luke and his family are giving her a better life.
