Hi Lunies!
Sorry for the long delay in my responses here but any time that I wanted to write something, something else would come up and I didn't get around to it.
Anyway, thanks Zen for the health tips (we're like that in our family also -- I think for the most part, most people are like that regarding doctors/hospitals, etc., and I believe it's a wise choice. But some times, we must give in and do what we must!). (I'm sorry to hear about your Great Aunt Eleanore, but I hope that she had a good life and 95 is a nice age -- as long as you have your health to match!).
Okay, I won't really go into too much here, but wanted to give some updates --
Harry was so very happy to see me when I picked him up at the vet after I came home from my trip. It was a very nice feeling because it made me realize that he knows he's "my" dog now -- his loyalty is already established, but for me it showed me that although he was good at the vet (and all of the staff told me they fell in love with him and therefore spoiled him a bit

), he knew that I was there for him and he for me.
Harry had a bath while at the vet -- not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing -- he's Eskimo Spitz/Poodle mix and although he did get a nice coat during the winter, it didn't really shed much -- sometimes a bit of hairs, but not lots and lots of fur . . . until his bath, that is! Well, for the first few weeks, I could not even pet Harry without sending fur flying everywhere -- it seems as if the nice coat undearneath had been "disturbed". Well, I took my vet's advice and bought a "furminator"

(funny title, but not a funny price -- very expensive). It does work, but I think any fine tooth wire comb would do the job as well. So, Harry enjoys getting brushed frequently and he especially loves being home. The feeling's mutual on my part!

The problem I'm having with my knee/leg/hip/back? is continuing but it's lessened quite a bit (the pain) and I'm doing physical therapy for it. The knee, which was the first source of pain seems to be completely okay, but the hip remains painful and the leg is mildly painful (and that is usually generated from the back). I like my physical therapist and he does seem to think that I have some bursitis in the right hip. I'm hoping that with enough PT and practicing the exercises, that I'll be able to work out the "kinks"

and will be able to avoid any kind of ortho procedure. However, if there is still pain after PT, I will then insist on an MRI -- I am a nurse for a long time; I have seen many unfortunate cases whereby a disease process was going on but wasn't found until an MRI. Screw the health insurance companies (she says knowing that she could never afford to pay for the MRI herself!

), but I will do what I have to for me -- it's the only way to get good care these days (I'm sorry to say).
Work has been a bear -- not the patients, of course, but administration. Mega Millions and Power Ball could come through for me any time now, any time. It's really tough to work for a company who not only doesn't really care about their clients (patients) but also doesn't care about their employees -- all this in a healthcare institution! Go figure! Oh well, for now, it has to do!
Had my St. Paddy's Day Dinner/Party and it was fabulous! It's my favorite event and every year that I've hosted it here in Lancaster (4 years now here, 5 years in Philly), I've always had very nice weather! This was Harry's first party and I was a bit worried about him with so many people -- he's very friendly, but to have @ 25 people -- all shapes sizes and ages -- well, I was a bit worried, but Harry was a champ! He loves being outside, so he hung out there most of the day and the kids and adults were outside off/on. There was only one time when Eamon (nearly 3 years old) handed Harry one of his "good guys" -- a little plastic man. Eamon wanted Harry to play with him and he gave it to Harry, who immediately put it in his mouth. I attempted to get the "good guy" out of Harry's mouth and of course, he just clamped down and I couldn't get the man out for the life of me. Eamon was becoming upset -- "That's my good guy, Harry!" I asked Eamon to get me one of Harry's treats and I was able to make an exchange with Harry.

No harm was done to the "good guy" -- Harry kept it in his mouth, just wasn't going to give it up since he thought it was his.
The weather has been very nice here -- almost like May/June, but when we had one very cold day the other day, we were reminded that it is only March.
Okay, that's enough for now.
Kind regards to all,