Patience times three

It's me again. Fergi.

(I'm kinda likin' havin' my own time on the blog.

That's what increasing confidence'll do for ya.)

Patience.

It's got multiple meanings for me right now.

For one,

Patience, the whippetlady just reminded me of something.

I don't know why I didn't think of it before.

She said to me, "You would fit in just fine with us;
our tails are supposed to be down.
Aeordynamics and all)

It's true.

I just spent the whole summer with Zoë.  A whippet girl.  My cousin.

She's a beautiful whippetgirl.

And her tail is always tucked tight.

And she's FAST!

I do have a reputation for bolting at a lightening speed pace.

Maybe that's why I tend to stick with this tucked tail posture.

It's not to cover my @$$ (which I tried to do for eight years in the mill)

It's to imitate elegance and gain speed.

Not a bad idea!

By the way,

if you haven't already, be sure to take some time to visit Patience and her waggle

and settle in to read her short story on her blog.

(Have some tissues ready, 'specially if you love horses

and care deeply about relationships.)

It is very special.

All of her writing is.

Two.

Patience.

I ask you, and Jake and Moma, too,

to please have it. Patience.

We are way behind on our reading and writing.

We've even received some awards in the past coupla days that we want to tell about.

(Thank you Mango and Martha!)

But it's not too promising that we'll be catching up in the next few days.

Why?

Because Chaucer is coming to visit!

We are super excited!

And there'll be a lot to blog about.

And.

Three.

PATIENCE!!


Something very important is happening with our family.
And we have to be patient to make sure it unfolds just right.

(Anybody know how to buy time?)