Hubs found an auto mechanic that makes house calls.
Paper towels are becoming scarce again.
Speaking of paper towels, we have this dispenser at work that pulls sheets through a little hole in the bottom. I swear you need a degree in physics to load the damn thing. First, you need to rip the tube out of the center. Then you need to pull the center towels such that they come out in a line so you can feed them through the little hole, but they don't want to come out in a line, they want to come out in a clump. Ah, the little annoyances.
Yesterday was a day of little annoyances. And that's all I have to say about that.
FB is doing this thing where they're filling up my feed with 'suggested pages' instead of showing me the pages I actually chose to see. Smart. Not.
The other day, I saw this post about a police officer who rescued a puppy from some homeless people. It was thin and had a horrible skin condition that looked like mange. Poor ugly, little, bald puppy. He took the puppy home and made it his family's puppy. It wasn't mange. It just had a bad flea allergy. In no time, the puppy's skin is clearing up, the hair is growing again, and it's the happiest puppy ever. It has its own FB page, so I'm following its progress. Such a heartwarming thing to see. They've named it Sir Charlemagne Buckington the Third. Too fun.
I see a lot of things online about how horrible people are to drop their dogs off at a shelter and how if you get a dog, it's your dog for life. But sometimes, giving a dog up is the best thing you can do for it. When I left Michigan, I took both of my dogs to the Humane Society. I was moving to Florida. Aside from the fact that I would've had to drive 1000 miles with two big dogs (and my kid) in a little car, and the fact that I would never have been able to find an apartment that allowed two big dogs, I figured the heat would kill those dogs. They were cold-loving dogs. One was a malamute mix for petesakes. Anyway, I did what I thought was right for all parties concerned. It broke my heart, but I did it.
And now, I don't have any pets. Not because I don't want a pet or seven, but because it wouldn't be fair to a pet to bring them into my life at this juncture. Sure, there are tons of pets needing a loving home. But pets need more than love. They need loads of attention. And they require a ton of money - food, toys, vet bills, etc. If all I have is love to give them, but not the essentials, then maybe it isn't the time to have one. Even if I know there are tons of them in shelters across the country. Jus' sayin'.
Although, I keep thinking that a cat would be nice. Hubs would have someone to keep him company while I'm at work. I mean, he has the herd of deer, but he can't pet them and they definitely cannot come in the house. LOL
One last thing... We have frogs hanging out in the front garden. Frogs. Leopard frogs. In this heat and drought. I was amazed. You go near the front bed and they're hopping all over the place trying to escape. So, I put a little flat pan of water out there on the ground for them. And I filled the bird bath. I put a rock in the center for perching and because I read that butterflies also enjoy a birdbath, as long as they have something to land on.
That's me, kind to critters of all varieties.
What's on your mind today?
