Life with our miniature long-haired dachshund, Jake, has been interesting ever sincehis rescue from a very abusive home. We joke that he sleeps ‘24/7’ (but his recent diagnosis of pancreatitis explains why). Any temp warmer than 80 degrees for our 1/2-mile round-trip walks often has him sitting down several times as if to say “This is far enough for me!” My insistent “Come Jake!” finally gets him begrudgingly moving again — thus the nickname Pokey Little Puppy. This tender little…..
My younger sister and I played paper dolls for hours . . . then days upon days in our childhood years. Four-1/2-year-older big sister wasn’t into dolls and was too ‘mature’ for such frivolous activities so little sis and I created entire “doll-worlds” together. We would use the chairs from our play table set as their homes, making furniture out of Kleenex boxes and using Kleenex as the bedspreads. The seat of the play chair was the 2nd story with…..
