Grover came to choir last night. I forgot my camera. I took a couple of pictures of him with my camera phone in front of the altar laying there with a sweetheart little 10 year old who fell madly in love with the boy. I don’t know how to download them to the computer. I’ll work on that as soon as I can get my big ‘puter connected to a working keyboard again.
I was very careful with Grover when we walked into the sanctuary. The minute I did not have the leash he went and marked the baptismal font. I did remember to bring cleaning supplies, but by the time I caught him it was too late. He was the hit of the rehearsal. Everybody thought he was the bestest boy. He never barked. He loved everybody. He behaved like a perfect gentleman (that marks his territory with pee). He made me proud and came home exhausted. I came home exhausted, too;-) Plus, the added bonus that he will be a legend because he marked the baptismal font. I’m sorry if that offends you, but the lady that requested his presence laughed and laughed. She is a retired chaplain and her daughter was our last pastor. When she saw what he had done, she howled and said she was going to enjoy telling her daughter about this.
No knitting to show today, either. I’m not going to Rhinebeck, but think it sounds wonderful. If you are going, and you know who you are, I’m hoping you are starting think about packing. I think it starts in about a week. You luckies!
Since I still have no pictures and I have perfected dull this morning, I will leave you with a rather strange video with music by Mott the Hoople, “All the Way to Memphis”:
Have a good one!