Tea and Soap
Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin about Mortenson's attempt to build schools in war torn and poverty stricken Pakistan and Afghanistan was on my list of books to "get around to" but being chosen by one of the members of my reading group as a monthly read bumped it up. I got it from our interlibrary loan (shaking my head that our library doesn't even bother to own it's own copy. Heaven forbid we'd be interested in stocking New York Times Bestsellers!) and just finished it yesterday. I was so overcome by emotion at the end of the last page that I just sat and wept. It should be required reading for every high school student, every politician, every.... well, just everyone.
On a less dramatic note - to everyone but the singular doggie involved - guess who had a rare bath tonight?
Yep, Rosie. She's only had a couple baths in her whole life as usually she has a sweet puppy smell to her. When she's sleeping she takes on a scent reminiscent of a Reese's Peanut Butter cup. But she must have rolled in something in the yard as she wasn't smelling so sweet the last couple of days.
Doesn't she look thrilled beyond belief at her spa treatment!? Well, maybe not so much.
After she was saved from the soap and water by that big fluffy towel in the foreground, she ran to the living room and hid from the perpetrator's of her torture in the arms of her boy. He was suitably sympathetic. And willing to let a damp dog lay on top of him.