I just have to say that everytime I minimize my websites, I smile cause there is your baby, on my desktop. She's so darned adorable. I'd be putting a shirt on with a pocket and just carry her around all day. Her little face and head is so smoochable!!! You did good Brenda!

Probably too late now but you could have used the pollen from a different corn plant. Otherwise you will be left with a sparsely filled ear of corn, if it has any kernels at all. Rodney

socks -- Thanks for the great photo of Oski. He's lucky to have you. I'm sure he will be FINE once the sedation wears off. As you know, we've had four Westies (one at a time) throughout our marriage (50 years). Charlie died of tongue cancer at nine -- I'm certain from a lesion that happened when he saved my diamond ring from going down the drain during a bath -- and urrped up two weeks later. The resulting lesion was only discovered when I took him in for dental work years later. Rosie came to us too old to take to training. She was an escape artist and was eventually killed on a highway between our house and a shopping mall as we chased after her. Pip was the prize winner in conformation, and as loving as Charlie. We spent a fortune on his skin troubles, but he finally grew out of them at about ten and lived well (deaf and blind) until just before his 17th birthday. Eliot was from Westie Rescue, not entirely Westie as he *shed*. He had an acid stomach, requiring special canned food for the last five years or so. He developed bleeding warts; was deaf and going blind. We coped until he seemed to become senile and incontinent. He was a loving companion until we had to put him down this spring at 15. His constant 'chewie' was a chip from our bluestone-chip driveway. Any stone I accidentally sucked up into the central vac was immediately replaced by him on the next walk. He'd crunch on this and toss it around in his mouth. An acquired 'taste', eh? I think we are done now, but it's kind of you to 'share' Oski. Westies are cute...and tough! Sending a tummy-rub to you, Oski!

Cute puppy. If the mother was a lab did the pug use a stepladder? Just today I noticed the dog that lives down the hill had a play date. I hope one of them was fixed. Lets just say they were doing more than playing.