Evidently my sinus infection was a virus which I passed on to Ted. He has returned the favor and now I have the drippy, sneezy, old fashioned cold that we all hate. For days, if we leave the house, we have to take a box of kleenex with us. The only place we go is to the grocery store and I am religious about disinfecting my cart when I am through with it.

I have found an author that I love. Her name is Ruth Ware and she writes the delicious, spooky British mysteries that I particularly enjoy. I just devoured "The Death of Mrs. Westaway" in one sitting.
I read too much, particularly when it is cold and dreary outside.

Jose gets up with me and is content lay at my feet. I never thought that we could love another dog as much as Rex but each one brings their own personality and characteristics and captures our hearts.
He is such a smart little fellow. When he feels ignored, he sits up to get attention. We have found that he was raised on all sorts of things that were bad for him. He is no stranger to ice cream, candy or cheese crackers but we don't indulge him. He gets dry food and boiled chicken.

Love the new avatars.