No joke. BFF sent me this pic in July of their harvest while ALL 6 grandkids were out. Talk about food porn. Told her to put some pants on that thing!
I should have asked her where she bought her seed. Not that I want to grow my own or anything
Yes, I remember those huge zucchinis. Maybe I'll let one grow really big & stuff it w/hamburger & spanish rice or something. Have never stuffed one before, but have made lots of zucchini bread in years past. I like to stir fry w/onion, garlic, bacon, tomatoes, cheese.
Chloe is not into props too much, especially now that she is all doped up. I personally think her her coat shines, but eyes look dull. BFF was over the other day & she could definitely tell a difference in her. I don't like it one bit, but whatcha gonna do? Sometimes we don't have good choices. Probably hooked on Tramadol by now, so changing over to CBD oil, not only a LOT more expensive, but maybe not doable @ this point. IDK. One of my friends has her dog on CBD oil. They just went to the shop & picked it up on their own as it is legal here. Spendy though. She said she'd give me some for Chloe, but I'm not going to mess around where I don't know what I'm doing. I'd have to wean her off of Tramadol s-l-o-w-l-y & hope it didn't affect her heart.
I'm just really wondering where the years have gone. You know, when I first brought Chloe home she was 12 weeks old. My mother had recently moved in as I pulled her out of the residential care center. I was down there all of the time anyway it seemed, bringing her up to the house, day trips, bringing her laundry up so it didn't end up in "Al's" room again. With stroke, dementia, asphasia, etc, she couldn't speak, difficulty understanding speech. She wouldn't even know how to put a sandwich together. Strokes are very cruel. Robs you of your memory, self expression. She needed to be with family. So I pulled into the parking lot right in front of the pet store, left my mother in the car, went in & asked for a companion dog & they brought out little Chloe. She looked so bewildered, was cute so I said ok. It was that quick. Didn't even like dogs really, but had been thinking it would bring some activity in the house for my mother & I would be home to look after a pet. DH knew I was thinking of getting one. He always had BIG dogs, named Bear or Moose. You get the picture. He told me not to get one of those little tree ornaments, don't get a pure bred & don't get a female. So while he was out of town I picked up Chloe.
She was everything he said not to get. Guess who was inseparable? Yep, you guessed right.
She'd ride bobcats with him, where he went when possible, so went Chloe. My mother was not happy because she didn't believe dogs belonged in town, but in the country or the farm. First 4 days Chloe wasn't eating or drinking much. Guess who got very concerned about & attached to Chloe? You guessed
that one right too! My mother! A year after I brought my DM to live with us, we discovered that my DH had Stage IV colon cancer. So I had two adults to take care of & help run the business. 3.5 years later he was gone, 2.5 years after my DH passed my DM passed. All & all I had my DM for 7 yrs or so. Then Chloe began to have problems. 4.5 years after my DM passed away, my DH's son, my DSS, passed away from Stage IV colon cancer @ the age of 35, 7 months post dx. Basically it's all in my signature, sans Chloe.
So that little Chloegirl & I...well we have been through a lot together. She has my heart. And so it goes...
So you're "on the road again", eh peanut. Car Week pics sound great. Glad DH is recovering well & back to doing what he enjoys. My mother used to say that men never grow up, they just get taller.
I, on the other hand, say little boys, little toys; big boys, big toys