Cola

We are coming up on the one year mark of the death of our dear old girl, Cola. She passed away on Halloween of last year. I have been thinking about her lots lately, and missing her tons. She was so faithful, friendly, with just the right amount of protectiveness, and she absolutely LOVED our Matt.

So, the other day we went for coffee at a friend's house, and on the way over there Matt spoke up from his carseat, "Mommy, I wish we could have coffee at Jesus' house."

"That would be so nice Matt. Jesus loves you and would love to play with you."

"No, I want you to have coffee with Jesus and I can pet Cola again."

As you have probably gathered, we have told him that Cola went to be with Jesus, and he has not forgotten.

On a much happier note, we have a little Dixie with us now, who is very much part of the family. Matt still asks when she is going to grow up to be as big as Cola (Cola was a shepherd/husky cross and Dixie is a Shih Tzu). He doesn't believe us when we tell him that she is going to stay quite small and she will never be as big as Cola.

In other updates, I had a GREAT day in Prince George on Friday. Pine Centre had a sidewalk sale on, Starbucks has pumpkin spice latte, and it was just so relaxing to spend the day away with a friend, enjoying freedom and great conversation. THANK YOU Desiree! We'll have to do it again when we both need a little escape from the everyday routine.

Things are going along SLOWLY at the townhouse. Barry spent most of the weekend at work and so we have seen little progress in the last few days. He is hoping to employ one of our friends who is not working right now to get things going a bit faster over the next week or two. I am getting anxious to be out of this little apartment and so I trudge along at the painting. By the end of this afternoon I should be done the entire upper floor. NO MORE semi gloss red, purple and green (what were they thinking??), we now have a nice eggshell mushroom sort of colour.

Well, skating lessons start here in a little while, so I must run.

Hugs to all,

Laura