Reply #192: Thot I'd write back before I got some shut-eye!

[Pierogi_Pincher]

A fine looking litter of pups there! I could see that they were a blend of breeds.
I just posted on another thread to someone who had lost her kitty, and recounted how it was when we lost our boy of 20 yrs. I didn't want to have another one ever--my heart was fractured. Then I went to make a donation at the local shelter in memory of our friend who graciously let us bury our boy on their rural property. That's when we met our girl and had to have her. The time was right! Neutering isn't as involved as spaying--w/ that darn collar. I ran around getting her 'amenities' like a nut, then having her home, the next three weeks I put my life on hold! I know it's way different to have a doggie. I want to be perfectly ready. We are trying to 'downsize' currently, and that's not going too well as planned.

Ah, whatz a pierogi pincher? As much as I have no fondness for any of the B**h family, #41 used the phrase "kinder, gentler" which I borrow to describe the nostalgic time of my life back in the 70's when the 'babas' would work their magic rolling out hundreds, thousands of pierogi in the coolness our church basement (with the still lingering aroma of incense from the last service) several times a year. I would volunteer to help, and they said I excelled at 'pinching' them (sealing the edges), which if not done right results in filling seeping out when they are cooked, thus ruined pierogi! Pierogi (pirohi) is a Slavic kind of ravioli, usually w/ savory/sweet filling. They get boiled first, then sauteed briefly in 100% butter, sometimes w/ minced onion added. They had pierogi devotees come from far & wide, always running out regardless of making a greater number than the previous sale. Our church (diocesan) newspaper would report all pierogi sales events in all communities, and it was funny, like 'dueling pierogi' contests, but in a harmless way! Those were the good ole days. Now my brain gets scrambled w/ the current state of affairs our country finds itself in. The nightmare begins when one wakes up in the morning.

Much success in your breeding those darlings!

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