Can You Spell Irony?

We are ever changing beings.

I am not the same woman I was 20 years ago, 10 years ago, 5 years ago.  Hell, I'm probably not the same woman I was yesterday.  Our experiences and lessons we learn in life change us.

Let's talk spiders. 

I have never been a fan of spiders.  I never met a spider I didn't want to kill.  Shoes, hammers, brothers, boyfriends, Dad, Raid, I used ever weapon in my arsenal to kill them.  But I have been changing.  I think the cats did it to me.  I no longer insist on the death and/or dismemberment of every spider I see.

At work, about a week ago I saw a HUGE spider.  This thing was almost as big as a half dollar!  It was on the wall, down the hall.  I stopped to look at him and had a discussion with him that as long as he stayed on that side of the building, we'd be fine.

Today I walked out of my office, there it was on the floor outside of my office!  Holy crap!  It was either the same huge black ugly spider or it was his twin brother.  I'll sleep better tonight thinking it's the same one and there aren't two of them in the building.

But I'm not the same woman I used to be.  I evolved.  I don't take killing lightly, even a spider.

I grabbed a napkin, picked up the spider and walked him outside.  I placed him in a nice bush and then shook the heebie jeebies out of my skin at the thought of gently carrying a spider on top of a napkin.  I wish him a long healthy life living in or around that bush.

When I went back into my office I called my exterminator.  It's time for the fall spraying of my house for . . .  spiders!

Yes, I see the irony in that.

I supposed I'm not totally evolved yet.  I am a work in progress!

Speaking of Commercials . . .

Yesterday's post about commercials got me thinking.

Years ago, shortly after I moved to Ohio, I did a radio commercial for a local business.  It was a lot of fun!  I got to go to a radio station in Cleveland, into a recording studio and in two takes, I made a commercial!  Hey, for a day, I felt like a star.

For about a month after that, I kept that radio station on in my car and in my office.  I would even do a little dance in my office every time I heard my voice on air.

That said, I did that commercial because I believed in the business.  They treated me right when I needed them and I was happy to tell people about that in the radio commercial.  Plus, I have a face for radio!

What else do I feel that strongly about?  I mean I am not shy when it comes to giving people my opinion.  I give my opinion to the few people that read my blog, or face to face to anyone that will listen.  But to go so public with my opinion that the entire city of Cleveland and the surrounding area would hear it?

The Shark.

I love my Shark.  I love my Shark Rotator Lift Away Vacuum!  This was worth every penny I paid for it.  I would highly recommend it, especially if you have pets. I can vacuum a rug until I think it's as clean and hair free as it will get.  I empty the dirt catcher, and vacuum the rug again and I'm telling you, I will refill that dirt catcher with more cat hair!  It is amazing!  When I vacuum the hair out of my rugs and furniture, I vacuum the hair OUT!  I love the power, the light weight, the lift away to be a canister to make doing the stairs easier, I love the attachments.  Can you tell I love this product?

What started my love affair with the Shark brand was when I bought my Shark Steam Mop.  Again, with the cats, I love that I can steam clean my floors in a heart beat, and I leave no chemical residue behind on the floor.  You know I worry about my cats.  Here, nothing to worry about.  The only negative thing about the mop is that the handle needs to be sturdier.  I blogged before that I broke the handle and Ron had to put a few bolts through it to fix it and reinforce it.  It's perfect now!

So, if any of you know any one at the Shark company, put in a good word for me. Any time they need a new professional spokesperson for their product, I'm in.  Love love love them!

Commercials

Yes, I probably watch too much TV.  What I don't watch a lot of is commercials since I have a DVR.  I do love fast forwarding through commercials!

I hapened to see two commercials today that I had to write about.

The first one was for an upcoming movie, Annabelle.  Remember the movie Chuckie about a possessed doll?  This looks 100 times SCARIER!  I'm not a fan of scary movies but holy cow, the freakin' commercial scared the crap out of me. Trust me, I may be sleeping with the lights on tonight.  Dang! If the commercial freaks me out like this can you imagine if I actually went to see the movie?  No, thank you.

Another commercial I saw today was for Chevrolet.  I guess their new cars are coming out with their own Wi-Fi.  Now I guess some people that "work" out of their car, like salespeople, might find a use for a mobile Wi-Fi spot.  But the commercial I saw was trying to talk up the advantages of family in the car with Wi-Fi.

Call me old fashioned . . . but that's now he we did it when I was a kid.

Sunday rides were cheap entertainment for us kids when I was young.  Dad had to watch us all on Sundays and like I said, this was cheap entertainment.  We didn't have Wi-Fi, we didn't have ipads, ipods, game boys or anything else I don't know how to use.  We had comic books, we had the alphabet game, we had license plate state counting, we actually talked to each other, told stories, did a million things to occupy ourselves on a long car trip. All without Wi-Fi.

I know, I'm old fashioned.  Generations before me would say "you had electricity??  We lived without electricity and we walked to school up hill both ways" and all that.  I know I'm going into the information age slowly and kicking and screaming.  Hell, I just learned what an "app" was in the last year!

The bottom line is, I couldn't understand why people needed smart phones.  Now I have one and I can't imagine not having one.  Now I'm poo poo-ing a Wi-Fi in my car, I guess when my next car comes with one, I won't imagine how I lived without one all these years.

Commercials.  They're here to tell me what I need before I know I need it.

This Ain't Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood

People have no manners.  I'm not sure when it became acceptable to drive down the street and throw your garbage out the window but that is all too common around here. 

Every few days, I go pick up the crap out of my yard.  I've talked before about some of the stuff I've found in my yard.  Fast food bags, liquor bottles, candy wrappers are all common.  More uncommon were the knife, crack, dip sticks (to check a car's oil), homework, utility bills.  Then we have the EWW factor items.

Before I mowed the lawn the other day I found this lovely item.

 

In case anyone can't tell, that is a neon colored condom.  While I know what it is, no, it's not mine.  This is exactly why I put a rubber glove on to pick up garbage. 

A few days later, this is what I found.

 

Um, perhaps since the condom "fell" out of the window, this option was needed.

I can't imagine being in a position where I would need to get rid of either of these items in such a hurry that I'd need to throw them out of a car window while the car was moving. 

Then again, maybe I'm just old.

And I get the heebie jeebies picking crap up out of my yard for a reason.

Finder's Keepers

The rule in my house has always been that if I find money in the washer or dryer, it's MINE. 

My brother Phil does his laundry every Friday.  I usually do my laundry on Saturday.  Sometimes, just to be nice, Phil will leave me a couple of quarters in the washer.  Hey, they're in my machines, they are mine now!

I went to do laundry last Saturday and as I was getting ready to throw my first load in the washer, I saw a folded bill towards the back of the washer.  I reached in and realized it was actually a few bills folded in half.  It came out to be a total of $48!  Now that's some cash!!

I grabbed the green and went to talk to Phil.  Because I am a nice person (hey, I am!) I took the money to Phil and told him that if he could tell me how much money he was missing, I'd give it back to him.

Phil had a vacant look on his face and said something like "I don't know, a dollar maybe"?  HA!  He wasn't even close!  When I showed him the load of cash he said "wow!  I thought I spent that!"

I talk a big game but I gave Phil his money back.  If it had only been a dollar or two we never would have had a conversation about it.  After all, my machines, my money.

I could bust Phil's chops about the cash but honestly, it was too much money to mess around with and I had to give it back.  For my honesty, Phil took me to breakfast on Sunday!  That just made that situation a win-win as far as I'm concerned.

That's Just Wrong, Page 31

At long last, another fine page that is going in my future book titled "That's Just Wrong"!  And believe it or not, I'm the subject of this page!

Here's what happened a few weeks ago.  I know, I'm behind on blogging.

It was Sunday.  An ordinary Sunday.  I was putzing around most of the day, I was on and off of my phone, talking, texting, playing games, the usual stuff.  The phone was also in and out of the docking station. The cover I have for my phone is not so compatible with my docking station.  I have to take my phone out of the cover to put it in the docking station, then the cover goes right back on when it's out of the docking station.  All I'm saying is that my phone was getting handled a lot that day.

In the late evening, I realized that some of the sounds quit working on my phone.  I had a phone call come in but the phone never rang.  It vibrated but it didn't ring.  My phone is set to vibrate every time it rings.  Then I started playing games on my phone and again, most of the gaming sounds wasn't working.  What the heck?

I have a smart phone and to say it's smarter than I am is an understatement.  But, I did what I could, looking in the settings of the games, and the settings of the phone itself.  I couldn't see anything out of line so I did what I do best . . . I rebooted the phone.

It didn't fix the problem.

I took the phone to a higher authority, my brother Mike.  The first thing at work on Monday, I told him about the phone and I told him what I did.   Mike took over the phone and checked the settings in the games, the settings of the phone itself, and then rebooted my phone.  Duh!  Same things I had done!  Still, nothing.

Mike suggested I make an appointment with Apple's tech support and take my phone in and have them look at it.  Since it IS a work phone, I really need my phone to work.  As much as I hate Crocker Park, I thought this problem was important enough to make me go there.

Some time during the day, I got online to find the phone number for the Apple store to make me an appointment.  While on their website, I saw you could get technical support online as well.  I thought that sounded like a great thing for me!

I started a chat session with technical support, and the first thing I did was warn them that I had no idea what I was doing and really didn't know much about my damn phone.  I told him the problems, and he asked what I had already done to fix the problem.  From there, he had me look at a few things to make sure everything was as it should be.

Then he asked if I had checked the mute button.  Once he said that, I looked at the side of the phone where the mute button is and shared with tech support that indeed the red line was showing.  That was a good thing, right?  WRONG!  I had my damn phone on mute which is why most of my sounds were not working!

You wanna talk about being an idiot?  That would be ME.  Who else calls tech support to be told to take their phone off of mute?!!  C'mon now, That's Just Wrong!!

Fire Bug

I know, I have some blogging to catch up on! 

Let's start with my new habit.  I have been a fire bug!

A few years ago, I was heating up a pop tart in the toaster oven at work.  I started a fire.  No fire is a good fire but this one didn't cause damage except to my pride.  I took a lot of crap from coworkers, as I should have, and we joked that I'm no longer allowed to use the toaster oven! 

Then, last week I was using the microwave on my heating pad.  I use this a lot and it's a great help to my sore shoulder and neck.  You put it in the microwave for two minutes and it's a nice moist heat experience.  Like I said, I use this pad a lot.  I took it to work a few days last week.  I put it in the microwave and I started to smell something.  Something burning.

It's an old microwave, pre turn table era.  I guess one ray of microwave magic just beat down on that poor thing in one place.  It doesn't look like much but it was on fire and the entire microwave was full of smoke!  This heating pad thingie is full of rice.  The building was full of the wonderful smell of burnt rice.  Yes, the microwave is now on the list of toys at work I'm not supposed to use without supervision. 

Wait, it continues!

The other day, I had to laminate some labels.  You print on paper what you want laminated.  Then it goes into a plastic sleeve.  The sleeve then goes into a waxy paper folder and that is what you feed through the laminator.  If you do it correctly, when the waxy paper comes out the other side, what is in it is nice and laminated.  If you do it correctly.

I was holding up the paper as it went through the roller of the laminating machine.  Once it was through, I looked at the other side to take the finished product out of the machine and guess what!  There was nothing there!  I have NO idea where in the hell my labels went but they did not come out of the machine.  I think I yelled something like "oh crap" or some words to the effect.  My brother heard that and came running.  Something about the tone of my voice told him this was a bad "oh crap" that he might need to intervene in this one.

I immediately shut the machine off and then tried to take the top off of the machine to get my paper out of there.  It wasn't happening.  Mike had to get tools to get me out of this jam!  He actually had to take the machine apart to get that dame paper out from around the roller inside.  Come to find out, I forgot the waxy paper portion of this exercise.  Luckily the plastic didn't melt directly to the roller.  I wish I'd have taken a picture of that mess when Mike got it out of the machine!  My instructions from Mike for the rest of that day?  "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"  Noted.

So, I've been trying to behave and to not touch anything. 

I came home from work tonight, fed the cats and then I cooked myself some dinner.  Should have been an easy dinner, heating up a veal patty in a frying pan.  Should have taken five or six minutes.  I don't know what I was thinking but that patty was burned to a crisp!  This was one of the nastiest dinners I've ever made myself!  I ate it but I didn't like it.

Sheesh, me and fire are not getting along.  Lock up all of your matches and lighters.  I just can't be trusted!

Even the gum is out to get me

Some days it probably doesn't pay to get out of bed!

I like to chew gum.  I chew it at work so I don't keep putting food in my mouth.  I chew it in the evening at home for pretty much the same reason.  What I normally buy is Extra gum, in sticks.

When I was buying gum at the grocery store last week, I bought the wrong stuff.  Hey, it started with an "E"!  I was close!!

The good thing about the sticks of Extra is that you can unwrap the gum easily from the wrapper and pop in in your mouth.  As an added bonus, you then have the wrapper that can be used later to dispose of the gum!

The Eclipse gum, you have to push the little chicklet type candy through the foil backing to get it out.

I popped a piece of gum out of the back of the package and then tried to pop it right in my mouth from there.  Would you like to know what I learned?  I learned that the damn foil is REALLY sharp!  Yes, I sliced my lip like you wouldn't believe.

Supposedly, I am a grown up, responsible adult.  That doesn't mean that I don't need rubber guards on all corners and maybe a handler of some sort to keep me safe!

Sheesh!

I'm Blaming Phil!

My brother Phil lives with me.  For that privilege, I make him earn his keep.

One of the things he does is that he goes through my morning check list with me.  As I leave the house on my way to work, Phil reminds me that I need my lunch, my book, my phone, my keys, etc.  Hopefully I don't get to work and realize I left my purse on the table!

However, in order for this routine to really work, I need to let Phil know what I need every morning.

Mike made an appointment for Wednesday morning for service on his car.  When he's getting his car serviced, I pick him up on my way to work and then take him to pick up his car after work.  That works both ways as Mike has picked me up in the morning when I needed it.

That was the plan.  Then stuff happened!

Wednesday morning was an emotional morning.  Aside from my four cats, I am fostering a fifth.  She had an appointment to get spayed on Wednesday.  My friend Bobbie was picking her up at 7:00 am, taking her to Love a Stray who was sponsoring her spaying.  It makes me emotional sending a cat for surgery, even when it's the right thing to do.  But, I digress.

Bobbie picked up Jasmine and there was nothing for me to do about her until Bobbie brought her back to me after work for her recovery.  I was pacing the house and finally thought that was ridiculous.  I might as well put my nervous energy to good use.

I packed myself up and just went to work early, before Phil even came down for breakfast.  I got to work at about 7:30, the phones hadn't started ringing yet, no one needed anything from me, I could just dig in, with no interruptions and actually get WORK done!  I was in the zone!  I was working it!  I was accomplishing things!  Life was good!

Then my phone rang at 8:30 and it was Mike.  This can't be good.  He usually only calls me in the morning if something is wrong.  Here is our conversation:

Me:  Hey, good morning!  Are you ok?
Mike:  Yeah, I'm ok!  Um, did you forget to pick me up?
Me:  Shit.  I'm on my way!

According to the plan, I was to pick Mike up at 8:15 at the garage.  Luckily it wasn't far from work and we were able to make it back before the production crew showed up.

I on the other hand, didn't hear the end of it from Mike, and rightly so.  It's ok though, I blamed it on Phil!  It's all his fault that I forgot about picking Mike up.  Hey, at least I didn't make Mike walk to work!

A Few Lifetimes Ago

I've been meaning to blog about this for awhile  now.

Years and YEARS ago, like 25 years ago, I was tending bar for a living.  Not the best job I ever had, but it paid the bills.  All the loose change I got in tips during the night I wanted to keep somewhere.  I really don't remember now how I came to own the pig but I remember being so excited to have it.

There was a spot in the butt of the pig that you could break out to get the change out, then close it back up with a cork.  I remember having my Dad break it out for me and he's also the one that got me the right size cork.  Dad couldn't believe that I would have enough change in that pig to make it worth it, but I knew better!

I had the pig a few weeks and I had a car payment due.  I had Dad bust the hole out of the pig's butt, I counted and wrapped my coins and had more than enough for a car payment.  I did this every month!  Wrap enough to make the car payment, leave the rest in the pig.  Life was good back then.

The pig is kinda ugly, this big red thing with flowers on it but I loved it.

Forward a handful of years to 1995.  I was packing up my apartment and moving from Erie PA to Houston TX.  My friend Jeff came with his two boys to help with the packing of the moving van.  Either I had more crap than I thought or I just didn't get a big enough moving van!  There were a few things that just wouldn't fit into that moving van, no matter how hard we tried.

Jeff and his boys stepped up to the plate.  What didn't fit in my moving van, fit into their van and then into their garage.  Some of my stuff they were able to use, like some TV trays.  But my poor pig was put into the garage and there he sat.  Poor pig!

The last time Ruth and Jeff came to see me here in Ohio . . . they brought me my pig!!!!  What a special surprise!  It's been a lot of years we've been separated but we are now together again!

C'mon!  This pig is so ugly, he's CUTE!!!  I wasn't getting what I thought was a good picture of the pig on the floor so I put him up on my cedar chest to take a picture.  Benny I think took offense!

I love my pig and I missed him.  He's a great place to throw your change!  I also love my friends Ruth and Jeff and I miss them too.  Every time I see my pig, I now think of my friends and smile.

I am more excited than I should be!

I'm old.  I know that.  Most times, I accept that!

I am almost ashamed to admit it but there is a show that I LOVE and it's called Teen Wolf.  It's an original series airing on . . . are you ready for this?  MTV! 

I have no idea how I started watching the first season, back in 2011, but I've watched every episode and am obsessed with this dang show!  Considering it's about werewolves and a few demons thrown in for good, I am amazed that I am watching it.  I am the queen of nightmares and don't usually watch scary shows or movies.

Maybe it has something to do with all of the scenes with Tyler Hoechlin (who plays Derek Hale) without a shirt on.  Hmm, that could definitely be the reason I watch this show!  Hubba hubba makes me want to be 25 again!

Did I mention that Tyler Hoechlin is without a shirt on during the show?  Often??

I am way too old to be this excited over a TV show.  Especially a TV show where I am NOT the demographic that the show was made for.

Season 4 starts tonight in 34 minutes.  Too old or not . . . I will be there!

WalMart

I was at WalMart in Lorain yesterday afternoon.

The lines were ridiculous!  Only five lanes open and in each one, the lines were so long that the cross aisle was blocked to people trying to get from one end of the store to the other.  This was Saturday afternoon for crying out loud!

My friend Lynn had been in the same situation at WalMart recently.  She used her phone to call customer service, told them about the lines, and WalMart actually remedied the problem.  I thought that was a great idea!

Gotta love a smart phone!

In line with my one item, I looked up WalMart's phone number and called them.  I told the woman in customer service that I was one of her customers stuck in a long line at the registers.  I said that it would be a huge help if she could get someone to open up more lines since the lines were now 10 people long.  She said she would pass that along.

A supervisor came walking over a few minutes later, looked over the lines, helped bag a few items for a few cashiers and then did nothing but watch.  Seriously?  Nice customer service!

When it was finally my turn to check out with my one item, I saw this sign next to the register.

I wasn't thinking of blogging on this subject so I didn't get the whole sign.  To the left of the sign was a picture of the store manager, Mr. Christmas.  (I don't remember his first name, Robert maybe?)  I thought what a great idea!  I took the picture so I had the phone number and as soon as I got to my car, I called to talk to the actual store manager about how I was NOT satisfied with my shopping experience.

As soon as I got to my car, I called.  Unfortunately, it ended up that the number I called was the same number I called from line.  It's my guess that customer service suddenly suffered from a case of Caller ID-itis and wouldn't answer the phone.

Thanks for taking my call, Mr. Manager.  I'll keep that in mind next time I'm willing to spend some money.

When morons are allowed to write copy

Check out this great MSN video - Adorable kitten slap fight - who's the winner?

This is NOT what I would call an adorable kitten slap fight.  The tag line on the link was put there by MSN.  These cats are not happy.  Both of their ears are way back and their tails swishing like that means they are irritated.  And, I would call both of these adult cats, definitely not kittens!

Just sayin'

Who'd Have Thought . . .

I fell in love!

With a DOG!!!

I know, who'd have guessed it!  Me, terrified of dogs, fell in love with one last week.

Last Tuesday night, June 10th, I stopped home from work for a few minutes before going out for the evening.  As I pull into my driveway, I always look through the spaces between the bricks onto my front porch to see if any kitties are there eating or waiting for food.  I didn't see kitties but I did see a big black lump curled up under my glider on the porch.

I've had raccoons on my porch during the day so my first thought was a raccoon.  But, I didn't see any stripes on the back end of whatever was up there.  I just saw a black lump.

I left my car at the end of the driveway, got right out of my car and went up onto the porch to investigate.  I know . . . this is NOT like me!  When I saw it was a DOG, to be honest, I almost crapped my pants.  Here I was, on the porch, alone with a DOG, and the door to the house is still locked and I couldn't get to my car fast enough.  I really was having a mini heart attack as this puppy turned and saw me.

I started talking softly to her, I sat on the railing of my porch and bent down to offer a hand for her to bite.  I mean sniff.  She walked to me from behind the glider with her head low, her eyes on me and her little butt held high in the air with her tail wagging a mile a second.  I don't know dog behavior, but I was hoping at least that wagging tail part was a good sign.  In cat language, a wagging tail like that means they are irritated!  I was a little worried.

She stepped tentatively to me, sniffed my hand and we were buddies as long as I kept petting her.  I saw the food and water bowls were empty so I extricated myself from her and walked slowly to the side door to go in and get her more food and water.  She really wanted in my house with me and I had a heck of a time getting in without her.

All I had was cat food but I figured that was going to be good enough.  I have the bin of food right by the front door so I went out the front with the full bowl and she came running from the side of the house when she heard me.  As she was busy emptying the food and water bowls I went back inside to feed my cats.

I didn't know what to do about this dog.  I didn't want her running the neighborhood and possibly getting hit by a car.  There is a fair amount of traffic on my street.  I couldn't take her in because in spite of sitting there and petting her and loving on her, I was still kinda terrified of her and afraid to move by her.  So, I called my friend Lisa and left her a message about what was going on with me and a DOG!  I told her I was heading out for awhile and I'd call her again when I got back home if there was still a dog there.

I made it back to my car in one piece and left.  I was kinda sad, not sure if I wanted her to be there when I got home or not.

A few hours later I returned home and there she was . . . curled back up under my glider.  She was thrilled to see me and couldn't get enough loving from me!  As long as my hands were on her, she was a happy girl.  Yes, she had me at hello.

She had no collar on so no tags.  I called Lisa back and asked what to do.  I could not take a dog in my house, especially since she growled at the cats through the door!  The cats weren't happy with me out there with a dog and the dog wasn't happy that four cats were looking at her through the door.

Now that we established our boundaries, I was stuck on the porch waiting for Lisa.  She was coming with a cage that we could hold our little girl in until morning when I could call the dog warden.  I didn't want to do it but it was my best option.

As we waited on the porch, the dog got very protective of me and my property.  My street has a good amount of car traffic and also a good amount of foot traffic with the park right up the street.  This girl was chasing people left and right that dared to walk or bicycle in front of my house.  That was not good as she was NOT being friendly with them.  She chased one guy out into the street TWICE.  He's yelling at me to get my dog and I'm yelling at him that it's not my dog!  Ugh, it was scary.  Then she'd come running back to me after barking and growling at strangers and I'm trying not to jump out of my skin!  Lisa couldn't get there soon enough for me!

Like a good friend, she came to my rescue.  She brought a huge cage and a leash.  As Lisa opened her car door to get out, the puppy ran right up to her for some loving too.  She had to have been some one's pet because she took right to both of us and she took right to the leash like it was no big deal.  She also knew a few commands and listened well when she wanted to.  Lisa took her to the front of the house to get some pictures of her then I took charge of her while Lisa set up the cage in the garage.

We made her as comfy as possible with a couple of blankets in the cage and then shut her in for the night.  We went to sit on my front porch and we could hear her crying for me.  I'm telling you, it was hard to not crawl in that cage with her!

Eventually she settled down, and she was quiet for the night.

I heard her crying again in the morning though.  Putting my big girl brave panties on, I went out with leash in hand and closed myself in the garage with her.  Once the garage door was shut, I opened her cage to let her out and she was a happy girl!  She let me put the leash right on her, I opened the door and off we went.

We didn't go far since I didn't know how to control her if she got wild, but we walked all over my yard until she found a good spot to pee.  I kept walking her around waiting for what I know comes next but she just wanted to play.  So we walked some more then back to the garage we went.  I closed the door, put food and water down for her and then put her back into her cage.  She wasn't happy about that part, and to be honest, neither was I.  But I had to get to work.

I called the local PD to see if any one called in a lost dog.  I gave my name and number and a description of the dog so that if anyone called they could contact me.  Then the hard part.  I called the dog warden.

Again, I told the story of why she was in my garage and let them know my fears of the dog, of her chasing people away from my house and her growling at my cats.  There was just no way I could keep her.

A few hours later, two nice people from the dog pound came to my house, Phil let them into the garage, and they took my girl away.  You know it's freezing in hell when I am crying over a dog.  After work to see that empty cage in the garage with water bowl, blankets and a ball and no little puppy, heartbreaking.

Lisa promoted this puppy through Facebook trying to find an owner or a new home for her.  Whatever they do to dogs at the pound, they took her in on June 11th but she was listed that she would not be available for adoption until June 17th.

June 17th was a great day for that little girl as she was ADOPTED!!! 

To her new humans:  Thank you for choosing this little girl!  Please take good care of her.  Show her lots of attention, love and a few doggie treats now and again would be a good thing.  She loves to walk and she loves to have her chest rubbed.  I wish you many years of love and happiness with her!

To the little puppy:  Thank you for choosing me to run to when you were scared.  I am glad I was there for you with a bowl of water and a bowl of cat food and lots of hugs and love.  Thank you for teaching me that I can love a dog too!  (Thanks for not biting me!)  I wish you a long, happy and healthy life with your new humans.  Be a good girl, don't pee on the carpet, and show them all the love you have in you!  I will always carry a piece of you in my heart.

Above, eating at the food bowl and below, really wanting to come in!