Awwwwwww

As I have mentioned before I sometimes have a little twisted sense of humor.  (no comments from those of you who know me well)  One of my quirks is my pet.  Her name is Hannah and she is the absolute perfect pet for a woman on the go.  She is a rock.  Now Hannah came to live with me after hearing for more times than I can count that I needed a pet to keep me company.  Let me clarify that I am not anti-animal.  I have had some very dear pets in the past and something always happened to them so I choose not to get attached to another dog.  It would also not be fair to a pet the way I am coming and going all the time.  And to be brutally cold and honest I don't want the responsibility right now.    Again, I digress.  The children, grandchildren, and some very well meaning friends kept insisting that I needed a pet after Bobby died.  So finally one day I went to a friend's house who has lots of rocks in her yard and picked me out a nice palm sized rock, took it home fixed a little basket (padded I might add) for it to sit in.  I then made a picture and sent to the kids and said meet Hannah, my new pet.  She doesn't have to be fed, watered, walked, cleaned up after and is the perfect size to just sit in the palm of my hand if I feel the need to stroke something.  She is also a good guard pet because if anyone bothers me I can hit them with her.  She doesn't pout or sulk when I am gone and only has to be dusted ever once in a while.

I give you that background because I had a client come by this week who is here although not often but enough.  Over the weekend I had done some cleaning and rearranging of some pictures and I moved Hannah to another spot.  One of the first things this client asked was, "Where is Hannah?"  Now ain't that just sweet?!  I then showed them her new resting place and they were satisfied that I had not gotten rid of her.

One of my grandsons is looking for a companion for Hannah and he is going to be called Roscoe.  The grandson picked out the name. 

So twisted though it may seem, folks just seem to accept it.  Just like my front door mat that says, "One nice person and One old grouch lives here."  Yep, I live alone so it is always right.  Toodles