Last night I taught my Thursday night class, which was wonderful.
Today we had a friend working painting for us, and Steven had a
long work day. So we put off Sally's birthday party until tomorrow.
She will want to sing Happy Birthday when we do, and it may be
not surprise that that sounds like barking.
We got our dog Sally, who turns 11 today at a very sad time
in our lives. Our almost 14 year old dog died that year in
September, and my mother died a couple of weeks later.
We needed a dog, and ended up in the Humane Society adoption
Center, and chose Sally. Actually she chose us. She was a skinny
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 looking at Sally, and the rest is 11 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. Tomorrow she will sing Happy Birthday to herself,
and get two cookies and probably something good to eat -- because
she's having a birthday party.
Wishing you a happy day tomorrow.