Saturday we discovered that the dog's leash has disappeared. Not a clue where it has gone to. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I cut off a long piece of yarn and tied it to the dog's harness. That is her new leash. I don't want to tie and untie it, so she is walking around with a long string dangling behind her. THis isn't sturdy yarn. It is worsted acrylic crap. The cats keep chasing her around to play with her string. Rhys keeps "guiding" her around the house.
We still haven't found the leash...or put forth that much effort to really find it. We are simple people.
PS. The 1000 book list is a bust.