My dog is cheating on me. He begs to go out then only stands in the drive and looks longingly at the neighbor’s house. I do believe, if I allowed it, he’d howl a serenade under the lady’s window. A few times, she’s stopped to visit and pet him. You’d think think she’d invited him into her life. Puffing out his chest, he peed impressively, then kicked up a huge cloud of dust. to show what a mighty fellow he is. In all honesty, his bladder capacity is astounding since he’s a mastiff, but I don’t think it makes her want him more., nor does his habit of making a beeline to sniff her nether portions.
Worse yet, if he gets more than twenty feet ahead of me, he goes stone deaf. Buzzy, my other dog, suffers the same malady. Though we have a two-acre yard with plenty of poop room, they are both desperate to leave surprises for the neighbors. Early on, I made sure they knew the perimeter of our yard. Since then, they’ve both try not to go inside its boundaries. If they got their heart’s desire, we’d be surrounded by a poop fence on all four sides ten feet just outside our property lines. Buzzy’s deposits are offensive enough, but Croc’s leavings are mountainous.and would soon obscure the view if left to lie. We’d be run out of the neighborhood if they got their wish.
I need to call these guys for an estimate.
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I wish I could find this grocery store. I hate self-check out, particularly when I have produce. I don’t want to key in codes or weigh apples. I don’t want to bag my own. Recently, the checker in the only full-service lane closed as I approached, leaving two express lanes free. Of course, self-check was wide open. I wheeled right in, remarking there was no full-service check line open. She suggested self- check or waiting for a full-service lane.
I told her, “I’m not doing that.” The supervisor walked over and I voiced my complaint.
She explained express lane was not set up for full-service. I explained that I had no intention of using self-check. They did check me out. I have a real problem with stores expecting shoppers cutting labor costs and expecting me to assume responsibility.
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I am normally up between four and five. I’d love to sleep later, but my eyes spring open like a cheap window shade . I am desperate to be out of bed. Yesterday morning, for some reason, I dozed back off. The crazy dreams started. It was miserable. I dreamed I was supposed to be at a mail-carrier job ninety miles away. Every effort to get there fell through. First, II couldn’t find black pants I had to wear. Next, I had dawdled and not gotten ready. I kept struggling, but one impediment after another held me back. It was misery, like trying to push syrup up a hill with a stick. I was so glad to finally wake up. This morning, I jumped straight up. It was so much better.