"The thief took the dog right from the owner!! He was walking the dog & she grabs the leash!!"

I received an email that is circulating in the Evansville area.  Thought I would share it.

"The thief took the dog right from the owner!! He was walking the dog & she grabs the leash!!"



An 81-year-old Evansville man wants his dog back.


"Help find this man's dog... An 81-year-old Evansville, Indiana man wants his dog back. The rare breed dog was taken from the owner on Tuesday right before his eyes, and he thinks it was no coincidence. The two walk in downtown Evansville every day at the same time, just before heading to mass at Holy Trinity Catholic Church. The suspect is described as a bigger built woman with medium brown hair. Orman says she was about 5'6 to 5'7 and appeared to be in her 30s. She was driving a maroon SUV with a hatchback. If you have any information, please contact Evansville Police."

Dog Stolen In Front Of Owner – news video of man & picture of his dog

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Indiana University's Homecoming Weekend

Isn't this picture precious?  My husband and I went to visit our daughter, Suzanne, at Indiana University this last weekend.  It was IU's homecoming game and people were pumped up for it!  The lady in pink standing with my daughter was on her way to a tailgate party.  Her dogs were dressed in IU wear from the hats on their heads to the little shoes on their feet.  They were adorable! After I took a couple pictures of her, others asked if they could take pictures too.   I think she was stuck in that spot for awhile.

We stayed at Suzanne's apartment.  I was amazed at how clean and wonderfully cozy her room was.  She has some really nice photographs.  She's grown into a pretty young woman and we couldn't be more proud.  The football game was a good time.  We also caught a soccer game there that evening. 

The one little kink in the hose was when driving home on Oak Grove in Newburgh.  I was driving with the window open and a bee flew into my eye and stung me two or three times.  I almost drove into the ditch (they have really deep ditches off that road).  My husband grabbed the wheel and saved the day.  Sooo-- we made it home safely and I have just a bit of a swollen eye.

Engelbrecht's Music Festival in Evansville, Indiana

  There was a music festival at this orchard last weekend.  Engelbrecht's had eight different bands play on stage in this gorgeous country setting with apple trees all around.  I got out of my car to take a picture of their sign. I braved walking down into a ditch and then up on a bank.  Not a bad picture I thought. On top of that, I was very proud of myself for daring to walk in a ditch--there might be a snake ya know. When I was finished with my picture taking, I hopped back in the car and began driving down the long country road toward the festival.  The late afternoon sun was in my eyes, but I appreciated the temperature and was thinking about how lucky they were (and the Fall Festival people) to have it so nice. My mind did an about face as I suddenly began to feel something squirming in my pants!  I couldn't believe it!!!!  Whatever it was, was over an inch long and on my upper thigh.  I kept driving toward the full parking area--people all around.  I wanted to jump out of the car, scream, and take off my pants. But no.  I remained civilized.  The mystery creature squirmed and squirmed as I drove through the bumpy field in the direction the parking attendant told me to go. These were my tight pants.  Probably a good thing or it could have been scampering all over the place.  I hate to even think about it.  Anyway, I parked  got out of the car and did a little dance. I think the grasshopper that shook out was stunned because he just sat on my shoe for a while.  I know we were both relieved "the situation" was over.

Once at the festival, I enjoyed watching people and listening to the music. There was a wine and beer garden, a place for people who wanted to camp; round, white tables and chairs set near the band area with autumn centerpieces on each one.  People from the Rivertown Butchershop were there with a big grill cooking yummy things to eat.  One of the local bands that came later was called The Pits.  I asked to take their picture because they were with some fans that wore t-shirts that spelled their name.  It was tough getting them in the right order--for a while they spelled spit. 

I guess they plan on hosting this festival every year.