Once upon a time I had a nice yellow squeaky ball. I played with it so much that the squeaker went kerplunk and so I liked pulling off the furs.
Look Mom...No furs!! Isn't that cool? She thought that she should throw it away but I said NO, its not ready yet.
A couple days later she found the ball in this shape. She said Oreo...this ball is done!!
She walked off and left it on the island with the tips hanging over just a tad. I studied and thought Yep, I can do this!! This ball is NOT going in the trash can if I have anything to say about it.
Now....that's what I'm talking about!! NEVER under estimate a determined Scottie. I felt like Air bud!! BOL
Update: My mom is in Colorado and I'm doing ok, I'm still alive. But moms Mom was glad to see her. She's not in the greatest shape but her mind is still alert. Grandma cries a lot and makes mom cry. It's hard to know how much longer she will be with us, its all in God's hand. Mom was glad that she went and will be coming home Monday night. It's all an emotional time for all. I'll be so happy when she gets back home.