Doggie Vent part deaux

Yep, I'm back. and there's a reason. I have had a busy day today.

Normally, J's pretty good about locking the front door. When her sister and all were staying here, she started keeping it unlocked--folks coming and going all the time, y'know. She'll be checking that from now on.

So--she's dancing around, singing do-do-do, da-da-da, and it's cracking me up. I saw her legal guy come in, I heard him before that, I AM a dog with excellent hearing--and I take good care of her.

But she was singing for heaven's sake. The woman should know better- she's awful, no amount of voice-coaching will help there --so I was laughing my tail off. By the time the junior partner made the top of the stairs, he was laughing his tail off. I was pretty impressed with how well he held out in full business suit and tie, much better singing voice than her, and dancing her around the dining area, spinning and dipping her --it was kinda warm up here. The echo is GREAT with less people and less stuff. He's got a nice laugh.

He said he stopped by because he wanted to talk about her cool Amazon and Barns numbers or something. But I think it was just because he felt guilty about not coming up to us in the Java Joint (he confessed--he didn't want that kid's nasty hands on him any more than I did)

Still, the whole thing was funny and I was still snickering when we walked up the sidewalk later and I got a face full of bubbles and an earful of toddler.

Going to Target killed my mood the rest of the way. Somebody tell the guy with the mustache and permanent cell phone that you're never going to find travel mugs and kitty-litter in the toy department.

What you WILL find are children. Squealing, screaming, enthusiastic children.

The good news? It's going to take six strong men and a bull-moose with rope and a crowbar to get her out of this apartment again before Tuesday. (except to take me out, of course)


Cosmo