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Jelly fish and wayward Wally

Pardon me while I ramble ...

Being a peri-menopausal woman (I lost about half of the readers with that statement!) and one with MS, I have memory issues. So when I saw the commercials for Prevagen, a supplement touted to improve memory, I was motivated to give it a try. Problem was, every time I went to Meijer or Walgreens or Rite Aid, I'd forget to buy it. Or I'd forget to put it on my grocery list, or forget my grocery list or ... you get the picture! You can't make this stuff up as my friend Patti would say. 

Well, the stars aligned and not only did I put it on the list but I also remembered the list and a week ago my Prevagen experiment began. I'll let you know how it goes, if I remember to update you AND if I remember to take it daily!

 Its main ingredient is some sea creature or jelly fish, so I'm concerned that if its as effective as the commercials claim that poor sea creature will become extinct because there are a lot of peri-menopausal women and others concerned about memory issues!

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Wally went on the lamb earlier today. 

He slipped out of his collar while on his leash in the backyard. Wally has never met a stranger and would go with anyone, so I was worried because without his collar and tags he was a stranger. 

Plus, our neighbors are getting new cement poured on their driveways, so I envisioned Wally's paw prints all over wet cement. That dog does make an impression!! Remember when you'd do that as children - make your mark in wet cement? The three not-so-little Piggins did that in our sidewalk when we were building our home. But I'm fairly certain that none of our neighbors would want paw prints all over their driveway.

Treats in my pocket, leash and collar in the scooter basket, I got on my scooter to begin the search. I got to the bottom of the driveway when the scooter's battery started to die. So, I alerted the men pouring the cement and half rode/half walked the dying scooter up the driveway. Calling Wally's name along the way hoping to not look as foolish as I felt, I'm afraid all I did was call attention to the half-half! 

The scooter search thwarted, I resorted to Plan B and text my neighbor to be on the look out and was in the midst of composing an email to other neighbors that Wally was likely to visit when I got a call from one of them telling me they had wayward Wally in their garage. Bob brought him home on a leash they use for their little dog Harry. Thank you God for great neighbors!

Wally now lays, still panting, on the floor. Rarely a dull moment with that damn dog!

Now, I can get back to the day's to-do list if I can only find where I put it!

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