My Grand-dog, Marilyn

Since none of mine nor Barry's children seem to be interested in having children, my son's new pit-bull puppy is my substitute grandchild. Nathan is working nearby in LaGrange, Tx, so he comes to visit on the weekends, leaves the grand-dog with me, and heads to houston to party with friends. Her name is Marilyn because she is so beautiful. Solid white with blue eyes. She is currently under my chair chewing on a chew-thing I bought for her. She is ripping it to shreads. (Marilyn-Manson!) It's not like Nathan can't find enough trouble without owning a vicious dog. But she is so cute! I love her even though she bites me. Now she is laying on my bed barking at me and wagging her tail. Now Sammy has begun barking, too. I feel like a young mother with a new toddler, that bites. She almost caused Nathan to get shot by a highway patrolman today. yup, Nathan got pulled over and searched. Marilyn jumped out of the truck when the officer opened the door. He instinctively turned his back on Nathan to catch Marilyn. He then realized his error and put his hand on his gun as he turned around to face Nathan. Nathan immediately put his hands in the air and yelled, "I'm not going to do nothin!!!!!" She is now sleeping on my bed. awwwwwwwww. She looks to sweet and cute! Just like demon children look with they sleep.
Duncan left today. His mama cut short the democratic convention in houston. He was sad to leave, but I could tell he was happy to learn that she was coming today. The poor boy has symptons of OC disorder. I mentioned that to his mother almost a year ago. She immediately felt guilty for not noticing. This time I told his dad and he was very aware of the problem. He said the mom is in denial. I hope they get help for him. He won't be able to function much longer in society if he doesn't get the symptons under control. I became obsessive watching him. When I read up on the problem, I saw symptoms in myself and my husband. He collects stupid things like ice-cream buckets (too many of them), and I have recently enjoyed scratching my scalp of scabs. Poor kid doesn't have a chance.
I'm enjoying my new house. I am preparing for the arrival of seven guests tomorrow. Barry's nephew and niece plus their families, plus Nathan and Barry and me, makes 10 people in this house. My brother said the commode with stop up. I bought a badmitton set tonight in hopes of the children playing outside. Florence is planning on making a home-made lasagna tomorrow for supper.
Well, I guess I've blogged enough for now...