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I'm a bit sad today. Fay has found a new friend here in New Brunswick and I'm feeling a bit of a third wheel. She met Mr. Pugsley the first day we were here but she didn't really catch his eye until yesterday when he decided she would make a lovely companion. Mr. Pugsley has those kind of eyes that just make you melt so I really can't blame Fay. I have to admit that his sleek black hair trimmed with that tidy silver does kind of catch my eye too but I have resisted his bold advances. Fay continues to act with the utmost decorum but I know she's weakening in the light of his obvious charms. It's probably a good thing we're leaving Fredericton Tuesday morning or Fay might just find herself overcome. Oh. Didn't I tell you? Mr. Pugsley's a dog.
This morning we went to church at Rusagonis Baptist Church. No it isn't pronounced Russ-a-goan-us. It's Rush-a-gorn-ush. I have an inkling that perhaps New Brunswick has invented its own alphabet but that's just a theory. Rev. MacDonald and his congregation welcomed us with open arms and we enjoyed wonderful music and a thought provoking sermon about showing God our love through worship. My brother decided to cook lunch for us. I like how my brother cooks lunch. We drive to Porter's Diner, slap our behinds down into a booth and feast on burgers and fries. Oh! And pie:) Now one would think that because it's Sunday and we car pooled in my sister-in-law's van that I wouldn't have any stories about my directional driving challenges to share. Not so! I, in my naivety thought a trip to Rusagonis to visit my other brother would be a piece of cake. I can't help but think that when a sign says 'Rusagonis' and it points down a road in a very definite direction that one would find Rusagonis on that road. I drove the full length of the road marked 'Rusagonis' and found nothing. Turning around, I could only assume that the road labelled 'Waasis' was where I wanted to go. Taking that route, I found the bridge and intersection that is the centre of Rusagonis. Sigh. I spent the afternoon enjoying a visit and Fay enjoyed an afternoon recovering from my ADHD-driven pace over the past three days. Mr. Pugsley was quite put out that Fay didn't invite him to snuggle alongside her. He'll get over it. |
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(Mr. Pugsley is so enamoured that he grovels at Fay's feet given the chance)