I couldn't resist posting this picture. Grandpa took a fall last Sunday - not from lack of balance, but because he tripped on my exerciser. He was in the process of vacuuming a spot for me that I was going to do as soon as I took the puppies outside. When I got back in, he was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, bleeding. I said he needed stitches. He said he only needed a bandaid. Jim came over and settled it for us and we went for stitches. He is doing well.
Sold two of the puppies and there are times I would give the other two away for nothing. I guess this too shall pass.