Tuesday Tails

I'm a little sad because the wren who had a night nest in my shade patio met with the neighbor's cat in it's back yard.  My sweet Wren was just barely alive when the neighbor brought it  to me, and I couldn't save it:

Rest in Peace, Tiny friend.  And, Please don't come back as a cat!  Coyotes, you know...


To happier things:
My hands are too messed up for me to do much typing or anything.  But my sister made me this beautiful box last week.

And, lastly but most importantly, a picture of a very lively Wolfie at the party for DH's 95 year old Mom.

DH and I got to meet one new family member and one possible who is a very nice fellow.  It was a great party, and we all enjoyed the four dogs that were there.  The dogs established that Wolfie was the grumpy old man, and that Tish was the Alpha Female, so all got along fine once Tish, a Maltese, realized that she was not the "Alfa  anything" in Wolfi's eyes, as her fighting weighing is about four pounds.

The other male, Mr. T., knew to whom to kowtow and proceeded to lick Tish all over as much as possible.  This insures his rank as second officer in command.  Wolfie could care less and let them know it.  He's not a good example for puppies and, happily, there were none there.