Missy's Corner

No, we are not Sylvester Stallone fans! When we first met the dog soon to be named "Rambo" at the pet shop, my brother commented that he was a rambunctious puppy; so the shortened name stuck! Years later, when Rocky came, we decided to continue the running joke and named him appropriately.

Rambo, unfortunately, is starting to get up there in age and his hips and knees are betraying him; he is no longer the able-bodied youngster that he thinks he is and, since I'm living in Georgia, I don't see much of him now a days. That poor puppy can't make the trip up the stairs or onto beds; he's not supposed to run after ducks, squirrels, or lizards; and the couch is off limits (but he still gets up there once in a while : P )! But when I walked into the house the first day I was home, I saw those puppy eyes shining bright! I wound up spending most of the time at home on the floor, because he wanted me near instead of on the couch!

Since my dad had to work that Friday, my mom and I went to check them into the hotel and register for the meetings. They were staying at the Waldorf Astoria Collection Boca Beach Club (real fancy shmancy!) with a whole bunch of other people from the meeting. From their room on the 12th floor you could see the pool, the intercoastal, the beach and ocean, and the lovely doom-looking rain clouds. That's right, "doom-looking rain clouds." The really sad thing was it rained in varying amounts everyday of my five day vacation, except the day I was leaving. Then the rain followed me to Georgia and stayed for another five days! But the beauty of the resort was resounding! There were flowers and trees of all different shapes and sizes!