Retraction - Best. Brownie. Ever.

Stop the presses! Read all about it or what have you. 
I have a retraction to report!
The best Brownie that I can recall was NOT made by my good friend Betty after all!  (Ha, I'm a poet!)

(Now now Betty don’t hide in shame! Seriously, no offense Betty really!
 I still have tons  of love for ya!)

Homemade by my "Ma" and one her besties, (Yes you Junebug!) this brownie while not as tasty as Betty’s  goes much, much deeper than chocolate. 

I was reminded of this special treat while attending my little cousins Daisy induction ceremony this past weekend.  I stood with the rest of the paparazzi snapping photos left and right as the swarm of future Scouts giggled and rehearsed in the corner of the room. 

Finally it was time. 

Forming a straight line in front of their friends and family the girls began to speak. 

As the first syllable was uttered I was taken back.  Slowly I could feel my mouth forming words -I began to join in and recite along with the group: 

On my honor, I will Try:

To serve God and my country,

To help people at all times,

And to live by the Girl Scout Law. 

Filled with unexpected emotion, a tear formed instantaneously.  Those are some powerful words right there huh?!  The crowd erupted in applause as the girls nervously smiled. 

Their newly adorned “Leader” called each little one by name ceremoniously pinning their blue smocks with a near century old emblem solidifying each ones place in history as a Girl Scout Daisy.   

Tender to say the least. 

In a 99 year old organization, Daisies are considered to be the newest chapter of Girl Scouting.  So new that they weren’t around when I was a little tike. 

I began my scouting career as a Brownie with my Mother and Junebug tag teaming as my fearless Troop Leaders.  (Well, maybe not so fearless.  To these ladies, camping in the great outdoors = sleeping on lounge chairs in a toasty warm cabin.  Fending for food = calling the local pizzeria for dinner! My Mother requires electricity for all camp outs.  How else would one appear perfectly quaffed sporting a feathered Farrah Faucet hair-do fully made up at sunrise?  I must say, I’ve inherited this trait.  Never travel without ones own hair-dryer…it’s a must!)

Girl Scouting

Let’s face it, while they’re most famous for one thing,

Ok, maybe two things!

Girl Scouts Invented the Smore!

(Did you know that the first recorded recipe for Smores can be found in the 1927 Girl Scout Tramping and Trailing Handbook? Why the Girl Scouts have a Handbook dedicated to Tramping I'll leave to another time but seriously, Smore inventors?  Kudos to Juliette Low!)

While both the Keeper and I certainly wait with bated breath for cookie season each and every year, Girl Scouting is really about so much more!

“Girl Scouts of the USA is the world’s preeminent organization dedicated solely to girls-all girls-where, in an accepting and nurturing environment, girls build character and skills for success in the real world.  – girls develop qualities that will serve them all their lives, like leadership, strong values, social conscience and conviction about their own potential and self-worth.”

From a trip to 6 Flags to backpacking through Europe, if you have the drive, the opportunities are endless. 

For me Girl Scouting was just plain comfortable.  As a Catholic School student wearing a uniform was nothing new to say the least.  However, come meeting day I couldn’t wait to step into that brown jumper!    (The brownie beanie didin’t work out so well for me given my poofy hair.) Something about that little dress made me feel special. 

Though I didn’t know it at the time, becoming a Brownie was like entering one of the world’s largest sororities.  Looking back, girl scouting was really where I solidified the most successful friendships that I have to this very day. 

I stood silently watching my little cuz’s face -Such a big bright smile with so much pride behind it! 

The girls joined hands and formed a circle, as they stood together swaying they sang….

 

So sweet right?! When all was said and done each looked to their Leader not knowing what to do next.  Without skipping a beat, the newley formed Leader shouted out, “Now who wants cake?”

Like I always say, you can’t go wrong with a good cake and this one was a doozie!  - Hooray!!! 

To help support Girl Scouting and potential Girl Scouts go to http://www.girlscouts.org/support/

~The Keepers Wife

Cutting Corners

No matter what your reasoning might be, cutting corners is considered the deliberate act or notion to perform an incomplete or imperfect job in order to save time and money.  Blah blah blah…

Now don’t get me wrong, cutting corners isn’t always a “bad thing”.  I am asked for ideas on a daily basis for positive ways to cut corners on the job.  In this case, saving money can sometimes outweigh the quality of the product.  

Ya wanna talk about a quality product?  Let's talk about my home made brownies. 
A few years ago, I brought a box of said yummy brownies to a good friend’s home as a dessert for a Superbowl party. 
These were no ordinary brownies, they were made from a secret triple chocolate chunk recipe handed down by my good friend Betty.  ;)

She’s great!  She keeps her recipes organized in this convenient red binder. 

Her brownies are so moist and delicious.  I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more from her in the future! 

The host quickly unveiled my dish.  While deciding which delicious nugget to bite into she asked, “Where are all of the corners?” 

While honing my inner Ina Garten/Martha Stewart, in an effort to make all of the brownies “uniform”, I’d cut all of the corners off.  I’m not OCD at all!  Riiiigght!

(They might not look like anything special, but man do these bad boys pack a

 Scrump-til-icious chocolaty punch.)

The host replied, “Ugh, the corners are my favorite part.”  Followed by a look of disgust on my part and making a snap decision that the host was Clearly ungrateful for the slaving that I’d done, I sarcastically responded with…”well I’ll be sure to leave them on next time.”  Instead of appreciating my beautiful platter of evenly cut morsels of goodness she’d found fault!  (I swear I’m not crazy…well…maybe mildly.  I’m sure she didn’t mean to sound ungrateful at all.)

Fast forward to a few weeks later -while having a discussion with a co-worker regarding my personal life- that’s right I sometimes bring my personal life to work.  When you work as closely and as much as I do, it’s bound to happen, and really…I was having a rough day, so please don’t judge.  J Desperate to hear some inspiring words, I pleaded, “when does it stop being my turn for the $h!t storm? When will things just be easy again?” 

My co-worker replied, “I have a feeling about you…..I believe your happiness is just around the corner.  I mean it, I feel it.”  To which I half heartily smiled not really believing his words of wisdom to be true. 
"Corners" seemed to be popping up out of nowhere and frankly were getting to be quite annoying!  You see, at this point in my life I was “just turning the corner in my career, just turning the corner in my love life, and just that very morning had just turned the corner over a pile of nails leaving me with 2 flat tires.”   (Seriously, I'm not making that up!) Corners were staring to seriously suck!  In my mind, enough was enough!  Like the brownies, I’d just as soon take a sharp knife, cut off all of the corners  in my life and be done with it!   

So where’s all this going?  I did eventually make those tough turns and get around all of those corners I’d been avoiding.  Let’s face it people, sometimes there are sharp turns in life, but if you want to reach your destination, you have to  trudge on! 
I can hear my old Drivers-Ed teacher’s voice ringing in my ears…..take the sharp turns slowly….use your brakes as needed throughout the turn.  Is that the secret?  I don’t know. 

Most recently I found myself again baking some brownies for a friend when I had an epiphany. 

1 – Some people actually enjoy corners.  (as I learned a few years ago at that Superbowl Party.) 

2 - Cutting corners will always bring you full circle, literally - and who wants to be stuck moving in a continuous circle?  How boring would that be? 

Like the old saying goes, maybe it’ truly is “hip to be square!” 

~The Keepers Wife 

Giving Thanks or Thanksgiving?

Turkey, and Stuffing and Pie, Oh my!

I’m coming clean, I am a total holiday nut.  I’ve been counting down to this week for more reasons than one.

Reason ONE

We’re that much closer to the marathon we’ve been training for all year,

Black Friday!

Reason TWO

I am officially allowed to take out and unpack my Christmas decorations.  YAY!

And…

Reason THREE

uhhhhh…yum!  The food!

Thanksgiving if full of so many comforting self indulging treats from Sweet Potato casserole topped with those tiny little marshmallows, to stuffing dripping with tasty gravy, to savory slices of pumpkin pie loaded with whipped cream.

Ugh I can feel the tryptophan induced coma coming over my body as I type this, but before we get to the food, we should say grace.  What?  There’s no one named Grace in your family either?  Our family really isn’t into saying “grace” however, we have started a daily tradition as of late called “Highs, Lows and Thanks.” 

This tradition has proven to provoke all sorts of conversations from more serious thoughts such as health issues, politics and religion to ideas as simple as being grateful that we’re having burgers for dinner vs. Liver.  Yuck! 

Either way, it’s gotten us all to give thanks daily which frankly….feels…well, it feels good! 

About a year or so ago while reflecting on my so called life, I began to feel very grateful.  Things were going really well as a bright eyed newlywed.  To put it mildly I felt blessed.  As I sat wasting away on the couch watching the boob tube I became overwhelmed with the feeling that I should somehow be giving back -But how? 

Ask and you shall receive. 

Out of the blue, an opportunity to take part in a mentorship program within our community appeared-with that, I joined up. 

Filled with wonder and excitement I set out to change the world.   I was paired with a 17 year old high school Junior.  Totally overconfident, I was sure that I would save her soul and change her life forever. Funny enough, working with this young girl throughout the past year and a half, has taught me more than I’d thought possible.  Why had I come into this program with the pre-conceived notion that she’d need changing at all? 

The program is really pretty low key.  We have about 20 face to face meetings per year combined with various weekly email correspondences.  We are also asked to participate in weekly “assignments”.  These assignments are more like little popcorn kernels of ideas designed to provoke Mentors/Mentees to get started on a topic. 

Most recently our topic was called “Giving Thanks”.  Nothing confusing, basically we were asked to use 3 examples of people or things that we were particularly thankful for this year.  Sometimes simplicity can be a beautiful thing.  These little high school topics can really get your mind going.  Before I knew it, I was in tears typing out my assignment.  Seriously, this program is becoming more and more like a personal therapy session for me!  Who knew? 

Though sharing my Giving Thanks assignment with you might seem appropriate given the upcoming holiday, it’s a bit too personal, even for cyberspace.  I would however like to share a previous one. 

This particular test of emotion was entitled “I Am”.  We were given a basic template to follow. 

No judging please J 

 “I am”

I am stronger than I knew but would rather not know.

I wonder what will come next.

I hear the children's innocent laughter again, and it feels good. 

I see that my husband is distracted. 

I want to hold him and make his sadness go away. 

I pretend daily that we are all better. 

I feel like there is no end in sight.

I touch his face at night to show him my love. 

I worry that we will never get back that stupid in love feeling. 

I cry because I’m overwhelmed. 

I am hopeful because hope is everything. 

I understand that life has a way of planning itself. 

I say that praying matters but fear that it might not. 

I dream about the future. 

I try to stay positive.

I hope that something great is right around the corner. 

I am stronger than I knew but would rather not know.

As I stumbled through this poem I was again brought to tears.  (mind you I’m not even PMSing!)  Sometimes it’s hard to face the facts.  It’s not always sunshine and rainbows.  At the end of the day, though things might not be perfect right now, I realize that I am still blessed, maybe even more so now that this little girl is in my life. 

Who are you? 

If you’re feelin’ it, give the “I am” assignment a go! If you want to share, feel free to post it below, or send it my way  at keeperswife.blogpot@gmail.com

Happy Thanksgiving one and all!

~The Keeper’s Wife



One Swift Kick in The...

My apologies, I have not abandoned my herd. (and by “herd” I’m referring to the 27 or so of you folks that are gently nudged by me to continue visiting my tiny little spot in cyberspace.)  -Thank You!

Things have been utterly crazy at work as of late, though now that election season has come and gone, my fingers are crossed that I’ll be back to business as usual. 

“I didn’t know that you were on the campaign trail….I thought that you worked for a publicly traded traveling circus you say?”  All I can say is….one never knows where their responsibilities will take them in this company.  It’s never boring.  Nuff said. 

With that…I’ll get back to my fans.  *Clears throat*….I mean friends and family.

For me there’s nothing better than smell of apples and cinnamon.  YUM…just thinking about it makes my mouth water.  It’s overwhelmingly homey, I mean let’s face it, Realtors have even been known to throw an apple pie in the oven to help seal the deal when selling a house.

Thanks to my good buddy Mich over at Sweet Cadence I’ve become obsessed with Febreeze NOTICE-ables…in a good way, I swear! This has been a good sidetrack throughout the long Summer months as I've patiently awaited for my fave Season to arrive. 

Yearning for the "real thing" as October came and went, I felt the urge to partake in a few festive Fall activities.  Nothing major, it doesn’t take much to please me -in fact, that's one of the main reasons that the Keeper and I are such a good fit.  We can have fun doing just about anything.  Last year we drove for 12 hours from New England to Indianapolis cuttin’ up and laughing all the way -ahhh Newlyweds. 

That said, while out and about around town on a Saturday afternoon I suggested that we hit one of our local farmers markets to pick up some of my Fall faves, fresh pressed apple cider and cider donuts! –YUM! 

The Keeper begrudgingly agreed.  While as a couple we have a blast, he apparently hates “People”.  What the?! You hate “people”?  Well, I just don’t like being around the crowds, can’t you do this yourself?"  I quickly shot him a pouty glance and before he knew it, he was defeated. 

We circled the large parking lot a few times dodging Soccer Moms in SUV’s left and right finally stumbling upon a spot.  The crisp cool air hit our faces as we made our way through the mounds of Pumpkins. 

“Hey, why don’t we pick our a pumpkin or 2, you like carving right?”  said the Keeper.  Could he actually be getting into this I thought?  Yay! After much deliberation, I decided to keep it to one, with the insane work schedule I was looking at for the month I wasn’t sure I’d have time to carve one let alone two. 



My carved pumpkin- a few weeks later. 
Spooky right?

 As we made our way to the fresh apple cider/cider donuts the Keeper spotted the soft serve Ice-Cream stand. 
Pumpkin ice-cream?!  This easily made his day, I had him.  We made our few purchases, braved the crowd and made our way back to the car.  Once comfy and situated I turned to the Keeper and said, “Ya think we could make a quick stop to the HomeGoods Store on the way home?” 

Without hesitation he responded. “Don’t push your luck!” 

Defeated, I sat quietly as we drove home and let my mind wander. 

Nothing good can come of this. 

It’s so odd to me that the Keeper doesn’t like to shop.  My poor Father worked in retail for over 40 years, yet come any given Saturday or Sunday afternoon, he can be found on a random “man bench” in whatever store my Mother has dragged him to . 

Not the Keeper, he put his foot down from day one “it’s not happening.”  Maybe he anticipates what kind of ridiculousness he’d be getting himself into by partaking on these illustrious excursions with me. 

A few years ago before the Keeper was in the picture, I took a quick trip to the HomeGoods store with my parents.  Ahhh HomeGoods how I love thee, you’ve taken me on many a journey.  There's something for everyone!   

Where else can you find a giant giraffe statue and a mirrored credenza for under $1,000 bucks? What the?! 

Together, we decorated my very first apartment, found countless holiday decorations and gifts all while staying in budget!  I could easily spend hours in this store. 

Apparently my Mother could spend even more. 

As we entered the store, we immediately split up, me to the right, Mom to the left while Dad made the walk of shame over to the man bench. 

On this particular day, my Mother must have been on some sort of mission.  She took her time as she made her way from department to department.  Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock….she was taking forever! 

So much so, before I knew it, I found myself sitting right beside my Dad. 

As I sat alongside Poppi on the shameful bench I began to get more and more irritated. 

“God what could be taking her so long?”  Not only had she out-shopped me to the point of sheer boredom, my stomach was beginning to eat itself from hunger.    

I looked at my Dad and said, “I’m starving, I’m going to find her…”  I looked to my left where I saw a tiny Italian woman with helmet head bent over a pile of towels. What the heck is she doing?  Towels, really?!  With all of the gems to find in this store, you’re wasting our time on towels? 

I quickly ran over.  Without hesitation, I gave her a swift kick in the tush (literally) while not so softly spouting off “MA, come on let’s go…You’re killing us, we’re starving!” As she turned around, I quickly began to feel the pit in my stomach erupt.   Oh my God, it wasn’t her! 
I had kicked a total stranger in the hiney!
Please let this woman understand English!  Visions of police officers being called danced through my head or even worse, I'd be banned from HomeGoods for life!

In a split second I found myself apologizing to my Mothers look alike.  Now I've been a party to some embarrassing situations but this one took the cake.   

Mind you this was all taking place with my Father sitting front and center on the shameful man bench.  Who was the shamed one now I ask you?!  

 

As time passed, what seemed more like 20 or 30 minutes really only took about a minute and a half, I was mortified to say the least.  Thankfully my mama’s doppelganger was sweet as a cherry pie, responding to my attack with a big hug, she explained that she herself was the Ma of a smart alec daughter just like me.  

Humbled, I looked back at my Poppi's smiling face and made my way back to the bench where I buttoned my lip and sat in silence while I waited. 

Maybe the Keeper’s right, it’s probably best if I keep the shopping to a solo activity.  At least that way there won't be any witnesses on hand. 

More to come soon. 

~The Keepers Wife 



Third Times the Charm

Sabotage:  sab-o-tage

1.         an underhand interference with production, work, etc.

2.         an undermining of a cause

3.         to injure or attack by sabotage

Synonyms

-disable, vandalize, cripple                           

Based on the definition listed above, I give you "Sabotagers."

Lurking in places where’d you’d least expect, said persons thrive on our personal failures to make themselves feel better.  Know any personally?  I do.
Yes, this might sound uber dramatic and totally self exaggerated, but I believe it to be true. 

Before I make the following statement let me throw a disclaimer out there. 

Disclaimer:

Yes, I am aware that I and only I am at fault for my yo-yoing weight issues. 

That said, it is not helpful when you’re on the straight and narrow following a weight loss program to a “T” only to be bamboozled with the obligatory “office Birthday Cake!” 

Me politely (and unconvincingly surprised): “Oh, what a surprise, thank you everyone…just a small piece for me please.” 

Followed by…“Oh come on! It’s YOUR birthday you have to have the biggest piece!” 

Now, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful and frankly this wouldn’t be a big deal but we seem to be celebrating something with cake for what feels like every other week at the office as of late- and frankly, it’s politically incorrect not to partake! 

Oh, and did I forget to mention, I’m not talking about a simple grocery store sheet cake people?  No offense grocery store cake! I do love your sugary sweet icing, but my co-workers don’t mess around!  These people are vulchers patiently waiting for any and all colleague’s big days to pop up circling birthdays on calendars well in advance with a red magic marker so as not to miss the sweet delectable goodness. 

The witching hour strikes at 3pm and insanity ensues.  In the midst of the daily grind of  office monotony come 3pm who can resist? 

We’re talking layer upon layer of the most moist yummy in your tummy chocolate cake filled with a thick rich cannoli cream mixed with chocolate chips -and look, this dessert comes two fold.  It’s topped with Cannoli! 

Hello?!  How could a person possibly pass this up? 

In my case, it didn’t end there. 

Later that very same night while out to dinner with the Keepers Aunt and Uncle we feasted on the muy deliciouso culinary delights of a Colombian hot spot downtown.  Stuffed with some mouth-watering Churrasco Hanger steak and combined with enough fruity sangria to send me into premature menopausal hot flashes, I passed on ordering dessert.  One slice of cake a day fills my quota. 

Shocked and dismayed by my decision, the Keepers Uncle urgently uttered... “I’ll be right back…have to use the ahhh…’bathroom’. “    Slick.

A few moments pass and before I know it, I’m swarmed by a group of Hot Latino men serenading me with birthday wishes while holding…

...you guessed it…another piece of cake. 

This time…a lemony delight topped with a light whipped cream and filled with  peaches.  Different, and just OK, not great, but let’s face it, cake is cake people.  Put it in front of me and I’m bound to have a spoonful or two.  (Or three, or four.)

Though I’d anticipated immediate embarrassment from the sudden PDA, I actually sort of enjoyed being in the spotlight for a moment.  Who knew?

Fast-forward à Two weeks later. 

You’d think we’d be done with this devilish dessert debacle at this point…not!  

This time it I had no one to blame but myself! 

Suffice to say come 33, I should probably be finished celebrating my birthday with an annual family dinner celebration yes?  No! 

In my big fat Italian family, breaking this tradition would be like throwing a statue of the Blessed Madonna on the floor shattering her into tiny little pieces. 

That said, for what would now be the 3^rd birthday celebration of the year, both the Keeper’s and my extended fam packed up our cars and made our way to my parents home for some dinner and small talk. 

Combined with a little (or a lot) of Merlot, the day was filled with the usual suspect faves. 

Family, food and…

Wait for it….



RED VELVET CAKE!! 

(with CREAM CHEESE FROSTING!!)


For this I make no excuses.  You see, I’d mildly suggested with a firm hand that the Keeper handle the cake ordering for this occasion!  Hey, if I’m gonna consume birthday cake for a third time, I might as well enjoy it!
-and man alive was it good!

Diving right in full force I thought to myself, clearly you can have your cake AND eat it too!    (I mean T-W-O not too…or  Three, and maybe next year Four?!)  Now that's just crazy talk!

At the end of the day I say this to the sabotagers...

Shut your pie-holes!

Life’s short.  Eat cake. 

~The Keeper’s Wife

Eat, Play, Sleep – Repeat

Life with a pup is much like life with a toddler.  (mind you I don’t know this first hand as the Keeper and I have not spawned.  Yet.) 

In case you’re unaware October is National Adopt a Shelter Dog Month. 

According to the ASPCA, "There are nearly 10 million animals entering local shelters across the country each year.  The Adopt a Shelter Dog Month helps focus attention on the pet population problem we face in this country." 

Ten Million Animals a year?!  Madness...moreover, Sad.  (with a capital "S")  

That said, adoptive pet owners all over the world - I salute you!

Both the Keeper and I jumped on the Canine bandwagon in early March and have been hanging on for dear life ever since. 

While perusing Petfinder.com I came across the below pic: 

Really?!  It was just TOO much, how could we resist?

The paragraph under the photo read something like:

6 week old Cairn Terrier/Maltese Mix

Please email Guardian Angels Animal Rescue to begin the application process. 

Like a Mama Bear taking to her cub I immediately knew that I was meant to be this Puppy’s Parent.  One look from the Keeper and he was on board as well. 

With great thought and contemplation, I began fill out the LONG application form.  The first few questions covered the basics. 

Name, Address, Phone Number, Description of Home etc. 

I’d been forewarned by a few of my Pet-owner cronies that there was a good chance the rescue group would want to do an “in home” visit to make sure that our apartment was pet-friendly.  Really?! 

(but when you think about it, there are a lot of crazies out there so it sort of makes sense!) 

After answering the tougher questions and adding our references I hit the “send” button -poof, like magic off our hopes and dreams went flying into cyberspace. 

Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock

We waited for what seemed like FOREVER (really only a few days) with bated breath for a response but to no avail. 

Was he gone? 

Were we not good enough? 

Did he go to another family?  

I became obsessed with calling the rescue to make sure that they’d received our application.  A week later, I finally reached "Jenni", (with an I) the rescues "manager." 

Poor Jenni, a stay at home Mother of three under the age of 5 runs Guardian Angel Animal Rescue with little help. 

Once on the phone we were "IN", or so I thought. 
I turned up the charm and tried not to sound too much like a looney tune.  Mind you I’d been harassing poor Jenni for a week or so calling her phone and hanging up like a schoolgirl with a crush never once leaving a message! 

What the heck was wrong with me?  (I’d forgotten that most people have Caller ID so I’m sure that I must have looked like a total wack-ado!) 

Jenni sensed my excitement and was gracious enough to ignore my insane obsessive compulsive behavior. 
She explained that yes, the Rescue had in fact received our application and that since Guardian Angles was practically run as a one man band -she would personally be handling our review going forward.  "I will get back to you within the next few days." said Jenni.  Her tone implied (in the nicest way possible)  that I should shut my trap and stop harassing her if I wanted this dog! (but that could just be my interpretation.)
She also took this opportunity to forewarn me that there were FOUR other couples interested in our pup.  Good Lord!  (but can you blame them? He was so darn cute!) 

Great, more waiting, and to top it off…more angst knowing that so many people were in line for my baby boy!  (yes I said baby boy…I am his ma’ma after all.) 

You’ve got mail!!…a few days later the stork left a message in my Inbox when I received the below:

Hello,

   

    Thank you for your application.  It was pre approved for the puppy.  The baby is up to date with shots, de wormed and vet checked. The adoption fee is $395 which includes the above as well as a referral for low cost spay/neutering.  Please give us a call if you  would like to schedule an appointment/home visit.

Best,

jeni

With a sigh of relief I quickly called the Keeper to report the good news. 

Overjoyed we made the trek across the George Washington Bridge to pick up our little man.   I can’t say it any better than to state the following:

Life has not been the same since.

5 doggie beds, a pair of Kenneth Cole boots, countless socks and one entire three seater couch later our baby boy is quite the chewer.  My once spotless home is no longer my own. 

(That’s the Keeper’s Side of the bed- hehe J )

There’s a new King in our castle and his name is Leroy.

-and frankly, we wouldn’t have it any other way. 

If you’ve got the means to care for and have the time for a loveable furry best friend, please go to Petfinder.com to adopt a pup. 

I promise you won’t regret it! 

~The Keeper’s Wife
  

In Honor of “Cheeky”

June 21st 1999 - October 5th 2010

Doing what he did best - basking in the sun :)

Cheeky and his Mom - Andrea

The world lost Cheeky two days ago while I was putting this post together.  I thought it only fitting that we dedicate it to him. 
Both Cheeky and his Ma’ma Andrea were and are great supporters of PAWS. 

PAWS - Pet Animal Welfare Society
-is an amazing organization, and is in need of all the support that you can give!

PAWS rescues animals from ‘kill shelters’ and finds furever homes for them.  If they can’t find a home for an animal in their care for some reason, he/she lives out the rest of their life in the care of PAWS where they get lots of love, and protection from the world that they came from…

That said, open up your hearts and your wallets people! 
Please send a donation in honor of Cheeky. 

http://www.pawsct.org/how.php

We love you Cheeky - you will be missed!