A Day at the Dog Park

Kanga, Chenzi, Scout, and Willie

Most afternoons Chucks takes our two dogs, Scout and Willie, out to the dog park to run and play with the other dogs.

It is usually my quiet time.

Yesterday I decided to meet them there since the afternoon was sunny with a cooling breeze.  I just wanted to watch the puppies play.

Scout and Willie met two new friends - Kanga, a recent amputee, and Chenzi, her new little sister.  All four became instant friends.

Our shaggy little Scout - boy, does he need grooming!

He is a thinker - he sits and plots his next move.

 Scout has short legs and is often left behind by the faster dogs in their running games.  So he has devised a plan to wait in the middle of the park and join them when they run past.

Pretty clever!

 Chenzi, a cute brindle terrier mix, was a new pet for the young couple who own Kanga.  This was her first time meeting Scout and Willie.  She proved to be as fast as Willie.

Here is a blurred picture of Willie's foot and Chenzi's head as they raced by me.

 Chucks on duty at the water fountain.  Kanga and Chenzi wait patiently for him to turn on the water.

A great wrestling match among Willie, Chenzi, and Scout.  This is where Scout excels.

 A sandbox conversation.

Chenzi (right):  I'm tired.  How about you, Scout?

Scout (left):  Yeah, I'm tired.

Scout:  Let's just sit here a minute.

Chenzi:  Yeah, let's just sit here.

Willie, having a little hound mixed in him, has to sniff every inch of the park.  Chucks and I believe he can recognize every dog who has visited the park.









Chucks, Willie, Scout, and I had a great afternoon hanging out at the park.  There was no rust, no paint,and no distressing.  Just dogs at play.  

Of course, there were two mad cats waiting at home.  I forgot to leave their supper in the bowls!

See y'all!


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If I'da Known You Were Coming, I'da Shaved My Legs!

 I am in the witless protection program for crimes against fashion.  After years of teaching in outfits which reflected the seasons and holidays during the year, I have lapsed into rags that have little resemblance to clothing.

Panty hose?  Have not worn them in years. (Tights sometimes.)

Dresses?  Do not currently own one that actually fits.

Coat?  Have a beautiful leather parka given to me by my late MIL for Christmas in the early 90's.  Worn four times.

High heels?  Not in two decades.  Clark clogs and Bjorndahl sandals and athletic shoes.

Hats?  Not on my huge head!

 Here is a typical spring outfit.  It is great for cleaning house or for painting.  

Notice the abstract art on the front of the tee.

Notice the ragged shorts.

Notice those stylin' shoes complete with overspray.

Notice the bandana to keep the hair out of the paint.

(I promised to grow my hair for a cancer patient hair program.  I am ashamed to say I may not make it.  The hair is driving me crazy!)

I asked Chucks to take the photos for this post.

He said he wondered why I had brushed my hair and put on a bra.

Also, this is my best outfit - the others were just too, too ragged.

Winters the outfit consists of sweats.

I do own at least ten blue denim shirts - long-sleeved, short-sleeved, and sleeveless.

Countless tees in varying degrees of painted colors.

Two pairs of jeans.

Several pairs of shorts and capris.

This is my shopping outfit.  I am drawn to white tanks and tees even though they rarely last for long without paint or stain.

(I am watching out the window at a man taking away the two cot frames I had planned to buy!)

Always a cross-body bag when shopping!

Always my favorite watch - I even sleep in it.

Chucks was reluctant to let me hold the camera.

You notice we have matching outfits? 

It only took him two years of retirement to devolve into wearing pajama bottoms and a tee all day long.


We belong together.

Manicure by Rust-Oleum.

Satin Oregano with a light distressing of Sweet Pea.

  Dressed to go out - 

in 1971!  (To a French Club Masquerade Ball.)

I will be shopping next week for something more appropriate to wear.  Like maybe some flip flops!

See y'all!

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It's Historic - The State, 1931

 I spied the huge book on a table at Mema Had One, the cute antiques shop where I found the Mother's Day chair.

I knew what it was immediately though I haven't seen one in ages.

A bound book of all The State newspapers from October through December, 1931.

I put the dollar bill on it so you can see it is the size of a newspaper.

Both Chucks and I enjoy old letters, magazines, and newspapers.  This was an utter treasure trove of South Carolina history.

We paged through it for an hour and then went back later to read some more.

Please just humor me as I show just peeks of what historical bits we found.

 It has come unbound from the cover and some of the pages are darkened by age and brittle.

This is how we did research before computers, before microfilm, before copiers - just tons of bound publications.

I remember in college going down into the depths of the library basement to search for topics for projects. I would dragged these heavy books over to a table to copy by hand the information.

A good hat for $3.50!

 The banner of The State newspaper is still the same except the palmetto tree is smaller.

 Smart shoes for the college girl at $6.85.

Plus I need to go back and read The Penalty of Gray Hair.

 Dresses to go with your shoes just $11.

The ad says it all:  "Hardly Believable"

We noticed several ads for WIS, our favorite TV station.  Of course back then it was a radio station.  Here are some choices of cabinet radios.

If you are ever out and about and find one, buy it.  You can tear out the guts and make a lovely display cabinet.

Carolina Gamecock fans may not remember freshman were not allowed to play varsity football.  There were freshmen teams - the Carolina Biddies!

The middle article states the varsity team will be carrying milk cans of the Columbia water to their game at Florida.  


The water is good in Columbia.  In fact, it is sold under several brand names now.


Notice they call the Gamecocks the Birds!

I do not ever remember reading anything about Tarzan going to the Earth's core and finding a tribe of people living there.  (Doesn't Tarzan appear to have an awesome set of man boobs?)

It was a popular comic strip along with Mutt and Jeff.

Three of the movies playing on this particular day:

Touchdown

Suicide Fleet

The Gay Buckeroo

 In 1931, the Christmas Seal was 25 years old.

 I found these two notices in the classified ads.  They are very poignant.  Remember this country was struggling to recover from the effects of the Depression.

There were many ads for cheap rooms wanted for families.

 For all of you who think those strapless tubes of satin are wedding dresses - this is a wedding dress!

Need a new Chevrolet Six?

Only $475 - the great American value for 1932!

Yes, the entire cost of the car - not just one payment!

You could go to the Hole-in-the-Wall Shoe Store for cheaper shoes.

Look galoshes for 98c !

At this point of reading through the papers, I finally noticed that way back in 1931 even the printing blocks for newspapers did NOT have a cents sign!

 Piggly Wiggly - affectionately known as The Pig now - had specials for your Christmas dinner.

 The grocery stores would deliver the groceries to your house - if you were lucky enough to have a telephone!

 There were troubling events happening around the world.  These events led to World War II.  Here is an article about Japan invading China.

In the side article on the right, read how pigeons brought the news from Manchuria when the telegraph lines went down.



Pigeons were used as methods of getting news.

Early Tweets.

 This cafe served a Christmas turkey dinner for 75c - stayed open all day, too.

December 25 - Christmas Day, 1931.













I hope some of you were as fascinated by all these bits of history as Chucks and I.  I plan to find a small table or desk to display this.  I will have to find a stool or chair so anyone can sit and read and travel back in time.  I am sorry, but I do not see someone in 80 years walking into an antiques shop exclaiming, "Oh, look.  It's a Kindle (or Nook or whatever)!"  There is just something about the touch and smell and sight of an old newspaper that can thrill the soul and spur the imagination.  I hope they never go away.

See y'all!


UPDATE:   Vicky Hunt sent me over to a 2009 post at Between Naps on the Porch  where she used several of these for a side table.  READ HERE.  Thanks!

SECOND UPDATE:  Susan at Between Naps on the Porch sent a link to a post she did on the Macon, Georgia bound newspapers.  She shows several articles and ads.  READ HERE.  Thanks!




I WILL BE OVER AT FUNKY JUNK TONIGHT, APRIL 26, TO HONOR DONNA'S TEDDY.

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