Tuesday July 16, 1991
We're home! Up at 7:20 and off for a walk with the dogs. Our goal is to lose 10 pounds in 10 days. That's when we leave on our Alaskan Cruise. We plan to eat and walk alot on the cruise and hopefully not gain weight. Walking should be no problem as the weather will be cool enough. I just can't bear to walk when the temperature is 72 degrees or more. I perspire when we walk at 60 degrees or less. The dogs love the walk and are very well-behaved on leashes. They heel and halt and stay just like they learned at obedience school years ago.
We call our families. We try to call everyone at least twice a month and when we return from trips.
I'd like to go to Paul and Judy's to see Taylor.
Paul is Frank's son. He and his wife Judy recently had a baby girl they named Taylor.
From the time I was a little girl we always had at least one dog. Mom loved her animals and lavished them with her love and attention. I think it took some persuading on my mom's part to get my dad to agree to our first dog, but I remember being about 7 years old when we got our first dog, a springer spaniel named Cinnamon. Our next door neighbors had a cocker spaniel and those two got together every year and we had a litter of puppies, at least 8 or 9 in each litter. What a mess they made, but so much fun. The dogs that Mom and Frank had in 1991 were both mutts. Daisy was a black and white short-haired terrier of some kind and Pumpkin was a scruffy ball of fur with his hair in his eyes. This photo looks a little like Pumpkin: