Luckily, they did not pick her, but she had a pretty full day of getting lost, waiting around, schlepping miles to the jury room, and getting rejected (twice) for whatever reason. Probably because she is old, opinionated, mouthy, pushy, and a cross between a dictionary and Emily Post. Maybe because she was too short to see over the top of the jury box. And maybe because I wrote letters to all the judges and promised she would bake them cookies if they would let her come back to me right away. Who knows?
The result of all this busy-ness is that
4. My birthday cake has not been baked or ordered.
But seriously, inspired by Wally's post today, I would appreciate it if my friends would not send me pressies but instead donate to their favorite doggy charity. If by some chance pressies are on the way, thank you very much. I will make the donations in your name to MY favorite charity.
I hope that muzzer is not so busy soon. I need some love and 'fection. I need my teethies brushed! And I need some rest!