Hitting the Jack-Pot

I didn't mean too. Had no interest in doing it...but my daughter - she is so persuasive. But so was his tail, his pretty dark eyes and his great desire to be held in my arms. He is five years old and is some kind of terrier mix. He comes to us, after several homes - and all he wants is a mommy to devote his life to. His name is Jack.

The whole family got involved - my eldest son was ready to volunteer his time at the SPCA. My youngest son was coaching me on what to say so they would not say NO to my adoption. Bringing him home was quite natural. He fit right in. No worries from Buster or Ebbie.

But the day was about our budding artist. Miss Emma had her fancifuls displayed in colorful medium. She even had at least one autograph request. (Thank you Great Grandma!). Just so her art is fully appreciated, it is displayed here in full view. She is proud. I asked her why her art was chosen for display. She told me that you had cover most of the page with some kind of color and that is why.

We later took the kids to Parrish, Florida to ride an honest-to-goodness steam engine train. The call of the choo-choo sounded as excting as resurrected extinct creature from years gone by. The steam billowed and the coal growled under the blaze...We were off at the blazing speed of 10 miles an hour.

What a lovely day - overcast, cool and breezy. We saw falcons and buzzards, horses and birdnests. No wild boar - but just the idea that we might was enough to keep our eyes on the look out. We had a grand supper at Bob Evans and watched some animated movie about a rat who can cook. What a great day indeed. More photos below.

The caboose shot

Grampy and Andrew examing the mechanics and stuff

Emma watching the world at 10 MPH

Grandma and Emma in jail at the end of the RR line