Tonight I taught my Tuesday night class, and when that was over
was delighted we're watching a Netflix show, because the U.S.
election is too distressing to follow.
So let's talk about our dog Sally, who turns eight today. We got
her at a very sad time. Our almost 14 year old dog had died
in September, and my mother had died a couple of weeks later.
We needed a dog, and ended up in the Humane Society adoption
center, and chose Sally. She was a skinny little dog lying on a ripped
blanket. When I sat down on the floor beside her cage she pulled
my purse into the cage, and that was that. Steven found me crying
in front of her cage, and the rest is seven years of history. She
is very happy with our family.
Sally was one year old when we got her, and we were her
fourth owners. Tonight she sang Happy Birthday to herself
in front of my Zoom class. And she got two cookies instead
of one for singing -- because it is her birthday.
Wishing you a happy day tomorrow.