I dreamed for years regarding my strawberry plant crawling into my window, it was sending out runners, I now have French Strawberry plants. Okay Jo Jo if you want send the picture with the seed and plant to me directly to my email address. I will ask John Trager, Now I really want to know. Guessing doesn't count. Tell him where it was found, in what state and city you purchasedi, and Nursery. I can't wait to find out. It not growing like a vine to me, it is growing too straight.The leaves do remind me a plants that I do have, and I just saw the seeds for the first time Mon. so perhaps? Norma He's pretty good at this an very accurate.

I contacted several places---Humane Society/college with a vet tech program and an adoption service/local shelters to see if I could actually bring Max for a meeting. Since Max(not the first guard dog I have owned/trained) is not neutered---all of those agencies would NOT even consider any such thing. Molly( as any other dog I own) was neutered within a week of her inclusion to our family. Finally, a city shelter in a neighboring city agreed to my request. We took Max to the shelter, and as he exited the van, his hackles came up, he began to crowl, went into the stalk mode and began looking for prey---he could hear dogs, but not see them. I took him for a short walk---to calm him and that is part of his training to negate the aggressiveness out of the yard. He calmed down and in we went. The staff came to greet us and immediately picked up on his mood. I told them to just ignore him until he relaxed---which took about five minutes. At which point, anyone could---and did---pet him. We then selected three females for his reaction, and actually brought them, one by one, into the same room----keeping a distance of about 20 feet. Number one was a black lab who was a real sweetheart---so eager to please it was heart wrenching. His reaction---nothing. At all---no reaction at all. The second girl got a growl before she got completely through the door. Molly was filthy, covered in urine since she cowered in the back corner in her own excretement, scared so bad she was locked up---would not walk, had to be literally drug across the floor. Gotb through the door and Max's tail began to wag. Not much more reaction than that. I had sort of rescued Max from the family who had him before---he was so Alpha, they could not control him and the city police were processing a Dangerous Animal warrent against them. So I had admired him and saw the potential---from a safe distance and took him. We had a very uneasy relationship until I convinced him I was more Alpha than he. In doing so, I never touched him for correction, never yelled, never even spoke other than a negative grunt and body language correction. Backing him into his room, and towering over him until he relaxed. So, from working with him for the four years prior to his meeting Molly, I knew a lot about his reactions and actions. I was shocked---and thet is not something that happens to me often. The staffer was watching me and asked, "You ok?" I remember saying, "This is a Cesar moment!" She looked confused and I pointed at Max, whose tail was still wagging slowly---20 feet away. She said, "I guess that is a good sign." I nodded, "He likes her. That is what I was hoping would happen---he would like one." I would not have picked Molly to rescue. Too many issues---most severe being the total lack of self confidence and abject fear of almost everything. Working with a dog so aggressive that he was dangerous was apple pie easy compared to rehabilitating Molly. Her progress is more than i expected just 10 months later---partially to our willingness to adapt our daily life to include many of her needs and some due to Max. I do have to kennel her when we are gone for more than an hour, and during the night. She is a young energetic dog and needs lots of exercise(whippet mix) and I am 62 and have trouble walking any distance. But, turns out she loves to chase soccer balls---so I kick them from one side of the yard to the other several times a day, which gives her the opportunity to reach full speed running. And Max sometimes looks oddly at me when I talk to her, since he gets spoken to like I would speak to an employee---and I need to pump her up daily. But, he really likes her, tolerating much more than I ever imagined. Sometimes reminds me of a wildlife film i once saw about the way lion cubs torment the pride leader.

I thought sure we were going to see Jack die. They kept teasing us every time someone from the show was interviewed they would insinuate it was going to be the finale. I was very disappointed in the last show it was definitely my least favorite. I think she was very unfair to him because he has worked his rear off providing for that large family and allowing her to stay home and be the mom she wanted to be. Now she tells him she is unfulfilled! And it's his fault. Wrong. He is an excellent father and husband. The new drinking thing they suddenly threw in there is not a fit for his character.

I think I gave people the wrong impression when I said solitary and independent. My cat was not your typical cat. She wasn't the kind of cat that liked to be held (unless it was someone she knew VERY well, and even then she didn't always want to be held), cuddle with you or sit on your lap all day. That's not to say she never wanted to do it, but most of the time she preferred to just sit next to us and enjoy our company. She really did love all of us very much. She just showed it in different ways. Much of her time was spent outside. Looking back on it I'm actually REALLY happy she was an outdoor cat because it meant I didn't have to deal with a litter box most of the year (except in winter). She would come and go as she pleased. We would let her outside every day (weather permitting of course) and let her do her thing, and let her in for meals, if it started raining or if she was tired or something. She LOVED to hunt and spent a lot of time doing so. She would catch rodents and birds and would frequently bring us "presents" (sometimes she just ate them though). We NEVER had problems with mice while she was around, and a few years after she died we had mice in our kitchen over the winters. We truly took for granted the service she was doing us, and we didn't realize how much she was helping us until she was gone. I also planted some catnip for her in one of my gardens and she LOVED it. She would chew on it and rub up against it and it was HILARIOUS. I still have a few plants in my garden to remember her by. She would also wander the neighborhood sometimes, frequently visiting our neighbors. These visits got her pregnant at a very young age, and she ended up having four kittens. We actually wanted to get her fixed and prevent this from happening, but the vet insisted that we wait until after she had her first period. So it happened, and we tried to keep a close eye on her, but all it took was one night and she got pregnant. We don't know if she snuck into a neighbor's yard or if a neighbor's cat came into our yard, but either way it happened and that was that. My parents were a little annoyed when they first found out about it, but eventually we just accepted what's done is done. Even though my parents didn't really want her to have kittens, I think deep down all of us were happy they came. They weren't around for very long, but let me tell you those 6-8 weeks or so that we had them were some of the best days of my life. I loved them very much but unfortunately was not allowed to keep any of them. Thankfully though we were able to find loving homes for all 4 of them very quickly. I cried a little bit when they left, but I knew they were going to good homes, so it was a bittersweet goodbye. As she got older, she started to spend less and less time outside. In her older years she was a lot more cuddly, and I cherished every moment of those last few years. I guess my point of this story is that just like people, cats can have very different personalities, and those personalities can sometimes change as they age. My cat may not have been your typical lap cat, but she was affectionate towards me in other ways (headbutting me, rubbing up against me, and sleeping with me). I will admit that when I first got her, I wasn't expecting her to behave the way she did. The only cats I'd ever met were very cuddly indoor cats, but it just goes to show you how different they can be. I think that domesticating cats has caused them to be less independent than their wild ancestors, and that causes them to be more dependent on us. That's precisely the reason why we love them so much in the first place. But even with all the domesticating we've done some cats still have a few 'wild' genes left in them. Anyways, I think there are definitely advantages to indoor and outdoor cats. If you have an indoor cat they will probably be less independent and more cuddly when you're around, but they won't be getting as much exercise and of course you have to deal with the litter box. A lack of exercise can also lead to weight problems, and thankfully my cat never had any thanks to her active lifestyle. Anyways I've rambled on long enough. I didn't mean to bore you with her life story, but I couldn't think of a better way to explain myself.