Imagine my surprise when I walked to my car after school Friday and discovered this little hitch hiker waiting patiently in my driver's seat. I took one look at him and knew he was a perfect little greeter for our door. My dear friend surprised me with him, along with a wonderful sack of scrap booking things I'd ordered at her party. Glitter, tags, card kits, album sets, brads, glue pens... I had a fun time, even if I don't ever scrapbook. It kind of reminds me of a hound dog we used to have named Rocky. Rocky was a happy, happy dog... He used to sit on top of his navy blue dog house and just thump his tail all day long. Rocky adored everyone, and he didn't get to run free because any time he was loose, he made a bee line to our neighbors and "loved" them a little too much. We'd get a call to come and get our dog. We put him on a long chain and he spent his life that way. I don't think that's a very good life for a dog, and now I think I should have given him away, but at the time my son liked him, and it was the best we could think of to do. Whenever Rocky got a minute off his chain to run, he did the funniest trick. He'd run all over the yard and tool shed and grab things in his little happy mouth. He'd drag everything he could to his dog house... bats, axes, rakes, buckets, gloves, tire tools... anything that was loose was fair game. Then later when he was tied up again, he had all those things to "play" with. You could watch him joyfully "wallering" all that goodness and tossing rakes and axes and hammers up in the air and barking when they came down... I dunno... He was a happy dog,not a smart one. Anyway, my stockpiling of scrapbook supplies is kind of like that. It makes me happy.. to know that I have a box full here at Mom's, a basket full at school, and best of all, a red leather. mock croc, large luggage piece weekender simply stuffed at home.... Happy, not smart... What a thought.