This is Lorelei's Otti dog (Otto) He is aging so much...
Bubbie takes over my lap at some point most nights....lays on the computer...on me...whatever it takes.
I cannot put out wrapped gifts because he would not leave them alone. See that ornament above his head? He will decide to send it flying. Or will take a run and go and try to slide under the tree shirt. He does not understand why he does not slide on carpet...which is what he will do the towel in the bathroom with the tile floor. Oh, I forgot the part that he will pull it off the rack...he will try to get under it...may walk away and then come back and slide under it.
This quilt top now has another border on it...but I cannot seem to get motivated enough to finish it...
This was a tree near my daughter's house in Terre Haute. Isn't it a beauty?