Most who know me, know that I collect mice. Actually, most all of my mice were given to me by my Dad. My Mom still gives me mice, and sometimes my brothers do too. My nickname growing up was Mouse. And on just about every occasion I can think of, my Dad had a mouse for me. Stuffed mice, crystal mice, ceramic mice, you name it....and I have quite a collection. About 10 years ago, my folks were up at our lake, okay it isn't OUR lake, but I call it our lake, Bass Lake, and they saw this huge mouse out in front of one of the shops. My Dad went in to see if he could buy it, but was told it wasn't for sale. Somehow, he talked that lady into selling him that mouse, and my parents gave it to me for Christmas that year. I named her Dolly. Combining Holly and my Dad's name...Don, to get Dolly. I put Dolly on my front porch, and she gets dressed up for every occasion. At Christmas she wears a Mrs. Claus apron, and hat, and at Easter she carries a basket of eggs and wears an Easter bonnet, and during Laker playoffs, she wears a Laker jersey, Angels playoffs, same thing, a red jersey! If we had a summer bbq, she wore a Hawaiian shirt, kids birthday parties, carried a bouquet of balloons. Lots of fun. Well, the year after my Dad died, Mom found another one somewhere...Knotts Berry Farm, I think. She bought it, and gave it to me for my birthday. I named HIM Louie, because when I brought him home and put him on the porch next to the other one, he said " Well Hello Dolly!" And so there you have it, Dolly and Louie! Now they both get dressed up. I was getting ready to put their Halloween costumes on, and noticed how drab they had both become from sitting on my porch and being exposed to the elements for several years. So, it took me two days, but the Mouse Makeover is complete. Meet Dolly and Louie.
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