Count the Day & Making Progress

Hi furiends,  It's me Lucas. That's me in the lower left corner. I am known as Mr. Easygoing.  But Emma (the lady in black), and Noam( with the really curly tail) don't really like to share.  M says they have come a long way since they came to be with us for a while.  M was surprised how close they/we were while chewing on bones.

Not really my best side but does show one of my cute ears.  Poor Emma, she is so dark about the only thing we can see of her is her shiny black coat and a little white on her foot.

Hope everyone had a good Howloween.  We  had MORE scary visitors than we had in a long time. Maybe 30.  New people moved in the neighborhood with little ones. 

Mom saw this poem and thought she would like to share it.   I looked it over and liked it too so I gave my OK. Lately she has been checking out poems - she says they sometimes say things better than she can.  Oh well, whatever. 
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Count That Day Lost
By George Eliot
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went-
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay-
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face-
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost-
Then count that day as worse than lost.
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BTW Ernie  doing a bit better it seems.  Still not doing stairs (or not supposed to).  He is sneaky that way sometimes.  M says he is getting something called "cabin fever".  Thank you to everyone who has been wishing him well.  Evidently these things sometimes take a while.  


Lucas for Ernie,Sasha,Chica