Messages between AlfaLizbits and Winnie-Wonka
Thanks, honey! I'm going to be a bankruptcy clerk; I'll be directing mail, doing files, preparing dockets, all that "fun" stuff! It's a national corporation and I worked for them before when the company was under a different name. I'm just blown away because my starting wage now was my final wage then - I did NOT expect that! And the benefits package...*shudders with joy*...I'm going to have Blue Cross! Yes, now it is YOUR turn and that's what I'm going to ask Sandy Claws to bring you for Catmus! *hugs*
I really don't care that much for turkey...will eat only the white meat and only if I cook it, or if I get one of those smoked birds in a gift basket. This year I'm serving up a party platter from a sub shop since it's just JA and Dad and me. We'll watch videos and play cards and just hang out and it will be wonderful! I'd like to a dinner proper and invite folks over but our place is really tiny - we don't have room for a table and chairs. *sigh*
Jack is a total panic. He has three speeds: eat, sleep and balls-to-the-wall! He does *everything* full tilt...including loving us. I am absolutely smitten with this little character! Granted, there *are* times I'm tempted to drop-kick him across the house but then he looks up at me with the stupid little smiley look he has and I pick him up and cuddle him instead. I'm doomed.
Thanks! You know, I've had a lot of barkbabies, and I've known a lot of barkbabies and I'm honestly not lying or kidding when I tell you he is probably the cutest dog I have ever seen. It's his attitude that does it - the bounce in his step, the intelligence in his eyes...and that one ear cocked up and one ear drooping down doesn't hurt...! *hugs*
I *hate* that tired feeling all the time. You're lucky - it's treatable! Long story short: Back in April I noticed this adorable dog tied up in a neighbor's back yard and wanted him on sight - such an attitude! In June he disappeared. I asked the neighbor where he'd gone and she told me she'd given him to her daughter. I then spoke the fateful words: "If for any reason she doesn't want him, I do!" The daughter showed up on my doorstep Monday morning and then brought him - "Scruffy" - over that evening, soaking wet from a "bath" (but still crawling with fleas) with mats so bad they were tearing his skin...not to mention clumped with shit. He's been debugged, groomed, denutted and microchipped. He is HOME!!!
