Dairy Daze...and Now Beyond

Bella had three pups, we registered them.  To register them you have to give them names, so from top to bottom: Jip, Bailey and Mick.  I named the two males; Gyp and Mick.  Ellen came up with the spelling of Jip, so that's what we sent in.  Ellen named Bailey.  In any case yesterday Jip went to live with a friendly paunchy bachelor-type dude in his late 40s or early 50s maybe.  He lived north of Clinton, Missouri.  Today Bailey went to live with a family in Springfield, MO.  A lady had called and said they'd come see her today and when two little blond girls got out of the SUV I figured Bailey will likely have a good life.  They were gaga over the pup and the dad seemed really patient with the dogs and the little girls.  But that leaves just little Mick.  Poor little feller; I hope someone takes him to a good home. 

Good surprises are fun.  Sometimes you really want something for a long time. You try to make it happen, but for one reason or another it fizzles out.  So you don't bother trying any more, you just sit back and wish. And think how great it would be if you had this thing.  Occasionally you peruse catalogs and consider buying it, but then you rationalize it away: ......too frivolous ......no room to put it ......likely it would die anyway of ......disease or some varmint So you close the catalog and toss it.  Then one day, last summer some time in fact, someone (the husband in fact) notices something and says; "Looks like you have a tree growing there. Might be some sort of fruit tree." And he adds in his Eeyore way; "Probably be from a hybrid and won't produce anything." So you forget it.  But then a year later in March you see something: No, actually not the photo-bomber in the background.  Ha ha... You see pink blossoms. ...