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We've had a very scientific method for drawing all the other winners for the blog-o-versary reader appreciation give aways. I had a bunch of little pieces of paper with numbers written on them and I put them n a bag ( a POOP bag, of course) and shook it up and picked a number. The writer of the corresponding comment (say, the 6th one down if I drew #6) won the prize. No corruption or graft.
Tonight it is late, and I needed to announce the prize, but I'm in bed with the laptop (and Very Old Dog and Bill) and the poop bag of numbers is in the sewing/computer room.
So I said, "Bill, are you asleep?"
And Bill said, "S.N.O.R.E."
And I said, "Bill, are you asleep?"
And Bill said, "Hnmunmpgh?"
And I said, "Hey, honey, are you awake?"
And he said, "Yes. I am now."
So I said, "Oh, good, I was afraid maybe you had fallen asleep already. Can you pick a number between one and thirty-five, please?"
And Bill squinted one eye barely open and looked at me like I had asked him to stand at the podium and recite 'Mary had a little lamb' at the next City Commissioners meeting, and said, "What?"
I said, sweetly, "Just pick a number between one and thirty-five. That's all."
And Bill said, "Seven."
So PeachMelba is the winner of the Grand Poopbah Prizes!!! Woo - HOOOOOO! Congrats to you!!!
Please email me your address and your dog's neck size for the collar.
Thanks to everyone for playing. Back to little dog stories. Oh, except, and please don't tell the Whippets, but this week's iPet of the week is a C.A.T. shhhhhhhhhhh!
Click HERE to read the story, if you promise not to tell my dogs.
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