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Much Attempted, Little to Show; Or, When All Else Fails, Post Puppy Photos

Today is just going to be one of "those" days, at least where this blog is concerned.  My attempted blog post from yesterday never materialized.  Oh, I had plenty of ideas, but nothing ended up sounding right.  This morning I had another idea.  I was going to design my own visiting teaching handout and share that.  Well, the handout turned out great (IMHO), but I'm suffering from being on the learning curve and can't quite figure out how to show it to you on the blog.  There is a way to post to a blog from Word, but I keep getting a warning that says my log-in info could be visible if I continue.  Umm, no thanks.  Anyway, I'll continue trying to learn what I'm doing blog-wise, but I can't spend more time on it right now.  (Thanksgiving is coming, after all!)

In the meantime, I will share more puppy photos, because, really, they never grow old (the photos, that is). 

As you can see, Reno is still really small.  We had to move his food and water bowls out of the stand:


He is fairly adorable, though:


Thankful thought:  Thanks again for my friends and family, who are so patient with me as I attempt to get it right. 

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