Yep, I’m gonna talk about dog poo. For some reason there are people in this RV park as there are in many RV parks who don’t think they should have to pick up after their pets. Then I say after I STEPPED in their dog’s poo this morning IN the dog park don’t have a dog or don’t stay in RV parks. Stay out—you are giving us responsible pet owners a bad name. There are many RV parks in Florida which will not accept pets due to this very reason. What makes you so special that you let your dog do his business and walk away? I wish I could catch these people in the act of walking away.
OK, rant over—on to other things or maybe not. I’ve found a great place to walk Emmi, Live Oak Park out in Ingleside, less than 5 miles from here. There are several open areas where she can chase the basketball and nice roads on which to walk. BUT—there is dog poo—AGAIN.
OK, rant really over. Gina and I took advantage of our little quiet quilting cave today and sewed the afternoon away. Gina worked on her placemats and I got started on Jeane’s quilt—I love what I am doing in the outer borders and think she will too. Jeane mitered the corners on this quilt—the border is a bold stripe and she even matched the stripes in those mitered corners.
And Caretaker Chronicle Bob, it would be a wonderful world if a woman could go into a store, buy a size six in anything and it be the same size six as the next item she purchased. Not happening. I can buy two pair of the same brand jeans, same style, same everything and one pair will not fit. See, women do have it tough!
We are going to enjoy homemade pizza with Gina and Rollie tonight.