Gina, I know what you mean. I had a dog for 15 years when I was growing up. Every morning my father would make cream of rice. Because he had no patience, he would end up with lumps. Well Penny would wait next to the stove, and my father would put the lumps in her bowl. She loved them. The first morning after she died, my father made his cereal, and started to cry when there was no dog to give the lumps to.

Zia, because we got an automatic cover with the pool, we had no choice but to make it a rectangle. Kind of boring, but I'd rather have the cover for safety.

Edited to Add: I read that the Yankees finally made a deal with Chacon. Thank goodness. I was worried that it was headed for arbitration, but they finally reached an agreement. He saved their butts big time last year, so let's keep our fingers crossed for this year.