It's no secret that I enjoy the dogs that come to the store. There is one exuberant Newfie who comes into the store. He knows the drill. He knows that when he comes to the checkout, we'll give him a biscuit from under the counter. So I saw this big fellow heading down the aisle, tail wagging, tongue lolling, I reached down and dug out one of the large sized dog biscuits. I was waiting for him. I leaned across the counter to speak with him and give him his cookie when unexpectedly, he leapt up and gave me a big slobbery kiss on my face.
I love dogs. I do. I love that they know me, and they are glad to see me. Really.
Despite all of that, I must say...um...ick.
Cara is home, and her friend helped her move her things back home. She'll be home until March, when she heads to Korea. That will be nice. She'll need a job. We sat up talking until 10 last night (late night for me), and then I went to bed and I slept soundly until well after 8. It's been a long time since I woke up feeling as if I'd had enough sleep.
Two friends have been 'officially' diagnosed with cancer this week. Bad cancers. Man. It just seems like that stuff is everywhere. Just everywhere.
Only four more days 'til Christmas. Dear heavens. I have so much to do...