Everybody into the pool!

Well, I'm out of here in a few minutes. My dear friend Vicki Hinze and I are doing a week-long seminar on the nuts and bolts of fiction writing for the Southeastern Writers. We get to spend a whole week on beautiful St Simons Island, GA. The best part is (other than not having to cook for five days) our workshops are first thing in the morning, and we get the rest of the day to kick back, relax and do what we want. That would include visiting the lagoon where the dolphins put on quite a show or just walking beneath the huge, ancient oaks dripping in Spanish moss. Chances are, however, that you'll find us sitting in the rocking chairs on Miss Ellie's front porch and talking writing to people who don't look at us with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights stare that we get from non-writers.

Before I go, I promised Mary Stella, another good friend, that I'd tell you about what Lily has been doing recently. Lily had a visit from her BIG sister (and I do mean big), Lulu, a few weeks back and shocked me when she immediately recognized her sibling. Watching their antics for the rest of the day was like watching my kids at play when they were little. They raced around, fought over toys, wrestled in the dirt and then . . . they discovered our hot tub.

For the remainder of the day, they were in and out of the hot tub and dripping water all over everyone. But they had a blast. So much so that my husband decided Lily needed her own pool. So we went to Walmart and got her a hard-sided kiddie pool.

Since we got the pool, after Lily goes out in the morning to do her . . . business, she doesn't want to leave it long enough to come in and eat. I've had to start serving her breakfast on the back deck. So now Lily gets up each morning, has her dip in the pool and dines alfresco. Seems a dog's life isn't that tough after all.

I don't know if it's all that water or not, but she's growing by leaps and bounds. I sometimes have to remind myself that she's only 6 months old. However, as fast as she's growing, she still hasn't grown into her enormous feet. I'm hoping to have some pictures to share with you soon.

Ripley, our other furry child, has really taken to her new sister, but sometimes we have to separate them to give Ripley a break. After all, you can stand those "young whipper snappers" chewing on your ears for just so long before it gets old.

Happy reading!
Blessings,
Elizabeth