Bella is Nine Tomorrow

For her birthday surprise, I got her a proper Flamenco skirt. It fits as if it were made for her, and she wears it and flounces with it as if she'd been dancing Flamenco for years. 

Her parents, who have been debating about this for some time, decided to present her with a German Shepherd puppy, 16 weeks old. They got him yesterday and named him Felix. Her parents will, of course, be the puppy's trainers. It's just that Bella's birthday and Felix's readiness for adoption coincided. Expect puppy picture soon. 

My gratitude (and Margie's) for all your marvelous comments and responses to yesterday's blip. Some day I hope to come back and catch up with comments and your journals. It won't be tonight or tomorrow, though.