Oh, hey. Not sure if I mentioned there's a puppy here.
This morning the alarm went off and I had Violet with me because she peed in her crate in the night (nice). I had to hold her so she wouldn't pee on the floor, go to the back and let the regularly scheduled dogs out, take her to the front yard and watch her go (she went both numbers! I know!), bring her back in and feed her and close the door so Lu wouldn't eat all the puppy food as she is wont to do, then feed the big dogs, then feel the cats, then put Talu's ear medicine in because oh, did I fail to mention she has an ear infection? Then let the puppy out, so that Talu could snarl at her for having the shark toy.
This was all in the first five minutes before I even had a chance to pee my OWN self.
What I am saying is, PUPPY NEEDS A HOME.
My friend Sandy cannot take her, although she was seriously considering it. My friend TinaDoris came over last night and is trying to convince her husband that a puppy is an excellent addition to her family. She already talked Penny into it.
Honestly, she swears like a sailor. I don't know who raised this girl.
It's truly shocking.
Ned called me last night to tell me all about his physical at the doctor, as opposed to his physical at the YMCA. Boy, we he shocked when I told him those weren't required. Anyway, Ned will live to haunt us all another day, which is good news as I am rather fond of him.
Somehow we got on the topic of our friends, and whether you should just come right out and tell them when they are doing something wrong. Like, I have a friend who has this...issue, and I KNOW why she is having it. I mean, I do. But I feel like telling her would just offend her and possibly lead to her not talking to me, you know, maybe ever, so I say nothing but have to listen over and over again to the thing that's going wrong.
Just a couple times in my life, my friends have been frank, not that they've become some kind of hot dog. I mean, just a few times I've been asked, "Do you really want to know what I think?" and then when they tell me, I am STUNNED. Stunned.
But in each case, I ended up changing my behavior for the better. Eventually. And I would not have done so had no one POINTED OUT what I was doing.
This, by the way, is not let's-tell-June-what-she's-doing-wrong day. I reserve that sort of thing for my friends in actual life who, you know, know me. But what I'm saying is, do you think it's better to go ahead and tell your friends some hard truths, or just keep it to yourself and watch them flounder?
And if you think it's better to speak up, do you really? Or do you just wish you could?
Oh, and before I go, I thought I'd mention puppy needs a home.