Mowgli, my year old pup, has made his opinion clear: I wear too much black. To make his point, he got hold of one of my favorite slip-on sneakers while I was nearby, innocently enjoying a bubble bath, and chewed out the toe. The little stinker. And after I was careful enough to make sure my closet door was always closed, too. Fortunately, I have another pair. I saw no point in scolding him, though I did, of course, take away the shoe.
If you’re thinking Mowgli is a bad boy, you’re right. Fortunately for him, I happen to love bad boys, at least, those of the canine variety. Mowgli’s brother, Tule, at 5, is a gentleman, except when he and Mowgli get too excited when they’re playing their favorite game, wolves in the wild. They sure keep me busy, these two.
I’m revising the third story in the Carson series, “Forever a Hero”. Once I’ve finished, I’ll be returning to “North of Eden”, my Civil War book.
Mom will be moving soon, and I know life is going to be a lot easier for her once she’s made the transition to the new place. I’m happy because I’ll be able to see her a lot more often. My brave stepmother, Edith, is in rehab, recovering from a fall that left her in a neck brace. She’s 91, so it’s a serious injury, but she’s in good spirits, pioneer strong. Some of the bones in her neck were fractured, and she’s decided she doesn’t want to live alone in her big house anymore. Needless to say, we’re all both stressed out and grateful that we still have them both.