Dead Pet Cemetery

According to a fabulous new book, LIFE AT HOME IN THE 21st CENTURY (2012, J. Arnold et al.), refrigerator doors are the final resting place for much of our modern detritus: advertising magnets, photos, kids' art, invitations, take-out menus, charts and real estate calendars.  While our 20 year old fridge has its share of these artifacts (I counted 47 items, oh dear!), I did notice something else: almost all the photos feature our late lamented dogs (particularly, Killer, our sweet-tempered Lhasa Apso), who were usually posing with a family member.  Meanwhile, our 35 year old box turtle wanders about the weedy garden, having the time of his life.  I expect he will outlive us all.

                                                        I liked Hideo Nomo too.

My Dog Is Not Sick

Usually, when I read about dogs on blogs, the wretched animal is already ill, has lost his appetite, or on his last weepy trip to the vet.  So I would like to introduce to you: my 6 year old Maltese Tiger who is not sick (knock on wood!), eats like a pig, and weighs a hefty 10 lbs., which is about 4 lbs. more than what an average Maltese should weigh.  He also barks at anything that moves on the street; he hates cats; and he will try to bite my feet if I dare leave him behind.  (I guess he knows that if his owner has no feet, she can't go away.)  And since he is a Maltese, he is also quite the needy little bugger who howls like a banshee when he is all by his lonesome. Tsk tsk tsk.

                                             "Go ahead & leave me .. I dare ya .."   

Computer update 3:  My sister said I would only have to pay her $1400 instead of $2000 for the new computer because she feels sorry for me.  Huzzahh!  I must say that it certainly didn't hurt to wave that measly pension check in front of her at the breakfast table.

Straining for the Finish Line!

Of course it had to happen! My computer had to conk out just as my Last WorkWeek is starting.  Bleech. What's worse is that, basically, I am scared of computers and all its attendant responsibilities, including the computer guy I just called to fix my laptop.  How do I describe my problem?  That I hear weird little whirring noises while I stare at kittens on Cute Overload?  That it takes 6 hours for my computer to shut down?  That I'm even suspicious of all those creepy Adobe updates?  (Who is Adobe and what does it want?) 

So what's left?  Well, there's that dreaded Exit Interview.  The Human Resources lady said she would give me the questions ahead of time, but I haven't heard from her in 2 weeks.  I guess she's too busy with our Soon-To-be Ex Director's More Important Paperwork and Ridiculously Large Alimony.  In my next life, I will try to come back as a Library Director who still manages to negotiate for ungodly sums of *separation* money despite doing a lousy job.  It's a Good Thing.

"Will you be home with me all the time now, Mommy?"