Oh, dear readers, I am a mighty bad blogger. Yes I am. I've said it and I mean it.
I bought batteries. I put the camera right on the kitchen counter, where I couldn't possibly forget. I repeated "I shall take photos, I shall take photos, I shall..."
I opened the kitchen door. Sam I Am looked around me. So did Mama Pajama. Bill had a good hold of Very Old Dog to avoid tippage, either from over excitement or from bumpage and generalized greeting flummadiddle. Fat Charlie came swooping in. Luciano's eyes got huge.
They couldn't believe who I had found. Their Linda!!! The very Linda who Lindy Loo is named for!!! Here right here in our kitchen, brought in with the rest of the groceries!
Since when did Krogers start stocking Their Linda!!!!????
The greeting was sweet, dear readers. Excitement, disbelief, sniffing just to be sure it wasn't a bobo Linda, but no... It was the real thing. Their LINDA!!! Whom they hadn't seen for two years, which is very long in dog time.
But I failed you. So taken was I in the merriment, and so senile am I in the head, I forgot to pick up the stinkin' camera and click.
These are from two hours later, after the meal.
Sammy says, "My Nana Linda."
the rare Mama Pajama kiss, as tolerated by Sam I Am, and witnessed by a happy Very Old Dog
I promise I'll do better tomorrow. I'll try to.
I'll ask Linda to remind me.
hug your hounds