Meet Sancho (above) and Carlos (below). They are proof that I am going to the dogs.
Now, I am not really a dog person, although I like them well enough. I am much more of a cat person. But I seem to have unconsciously gathered a lot of dog prints to hang on the walls at our Little Red House.
Sancho and Carlos came home with me from a favorite antiques shop a few years ago on my birthday. They usually hang out with me in our tiny den.
This little puppy with his young master came from a thrift store. I'm pretty sure that it is a print of a larger oil portrait, but I don't know the original. Anybody recognize it?
This much larger print is titled "Deja Passe," and shows a rather romantic scene of a young maid staring wistfully at the handsome man who is "already passed." It belonged to my parents, but I have no idea where they got it.
This is actually a photocopy of a book illustration. I just could not bring myself to tear the pictures out of that old book, so I copied some of them. Can you spy the dog at the horse's feet?
Anyway, I guess these are all proof of something I have suspected for a long time -- I'm just going to the dogs. :)
And speaking of going to the dogs, here's the latest scoop on my ongoing refrigerator saga: The part did come in late Friday, and the repairman came on Saturday to install it. The refrigerator is now working. YAY!!!
Unfortunately (you didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?) the control board for the fan which cools the compressor is burned out. They will order it this morning. It comes from Florida, so hopefully will arrive by the middle of the week. However, in order to keep the compressor from overheating, we must run a small fan at the back of the unit constantly. The noise is driving me crazy, and the fridge is sticking halfway out into my small kitchen. Aaarrrgh!
On the other hand, at least the fridge is working, and I am thankful for that.