Produce Haunt Box

 A Pumpkin Labyrinth!  At a CHURCH!  Don't you think somebody is getting their metaphors a bit mixed?  Hey, I love labyrinths (except when doing them alone, in Ireland, when nobody on earth knows where I am, and it's getting dark, and the labyrinth turns into a full fledged maze with different levels...and nobody could hear my possible screams for help...  Oy,  I was like the Roadrunner going over the tops of bushes.

So, the other day TY stopped by and Molly got so excited trying to get to him in the parking lot that she ripped down some of my slide pages hanging in the door.  I wasn't distraught because I noticed after the summer of extreme sun that they weren't doing too well and were quite faded, so I spent the afternoon repairing the damaged pages and replacing the really pale slides.

 And finally finishing off the bottom row so I am completely covered now.  Well, except for that little strip that's going to just stay that way because I'm too lazy to put in one more set of jump rings.

 Here were some faded slides- actually they look better here than in real life, because the background has darkened and the quilt pictures have turned all chartreusey-blue.

In contrast, these were the pages that were hanging in the side-light window which has apparently had a coating put on it-  they are all perfect as new.  Says a lot for getting windows coated to keep fading of furniture down.  Either that or get all white furniture.

Waiting for yet another upload to happen here, so I took Molly out for a spin around the buildings to pee.  On the way a guy stopped me to ask what kind of dog...  I yelled Tibetan! over my shoulder and he yelled back that he has one too.  So I stopped to talk-  he is a plumber in the next building and he whipped out his phone to show me his doggie who he seems to be having some problems with

She looked just like my late Tibetan, Oreo, somewhat a pain in the butt.

 

This is a Molly facsimile showing Happy Face and Filthy Feet, and looking like Oreo's brother Pirate, also somewhat a PITB

Their predecessor was Panda, short for Pandemonium, who was a Puli and way too much dog for us to handle with two babies in the house.  That's why we went to Tibetans, sort of Puli-lite!  I have to admit I simply fell in love with the unusual look, not taking into account that this was a serious working dog who was out to guard his flock if it killed him.  Pulis have been known to take over a flock for a whole season on their own in the mountains of Hungary, and then herd them back down for the winter only to have the town discover that the shepherd in charge had died months before.  In short, they are way too committed for the likes of me.  

In my head the purpose of a dog is to lie on the bed in case my feet get cold in the night.  Maybe to get me out walking more.  And to eat food I drop on the kitchen floor.  That's about it. (I won't mention that it's nice that people don't perceive me as talking to myself any more-  they assume I'm talking to the dog, and maybe she does too.  Whatever.  It's a good relationship.