”So,” begins the rather benign comment from a close friend. “You got your Christmas shopping done yet?”
My mind fills with turmoil not unlike a class 4 hurricane. Holy cow, is it that time of year again? Yeah sure, I know. It’s now post-Thanksgiving, so I should probably consider giving things a kick start. But the crowds, the mall, the challenge of finding the perfect gift for those I love. I’m just not feeling it yet.
|Let’s do this thing!|
Micron just loves the kids. Little boys smell like french fries and the girls like cotton candy. He’s a friendly, calm dog that children find very approachable. If only I could just encourage him to keep his tongue to himself. More than one hapless tyke has received a wet willy from this dog. Remember the Wizard of Oz and the cowardly lion’s tail? How it was always moving around like it had a mind of its own? Well, that’s Micron’s tongue.
Me: “Micron, don’t lick.”Random mother: “Oh, it’s ok if he licks my kid.”Me: (inside thoughts: NO IT’S NOT!) “We really don’t want the pups to lick people. It’s not becoming of a service dog. Part of his training and all, you know.”Random mother: (inside thoughts: WHAT A MEANIE!) “Oh. Ok.”
|I smell cotton candy.|
All you moms out there . . . I wish I could let this dog lick all the ketchup off your adorable kid’s faces. I really do. But, this isn’t a pet dog. We’re working hard towards a goal. This big, yellow guy is going to grow into something wonderful. Somehow and in some way, this dog will change someone’s life. And we’re going to get there darn it, even if I have to rubberband this furball’s wild tongue to his jaw.
Ugh, just kidding of course. About the rubberband thing. Not the goal. We’ll reach our goal, we will.
Just watch us.
Julie waiting to work her new fan base.
You're not alone. Ansel also has the uncontrollable desire to give everyone a tongue bath.
Rubber band, hmmmmmmmm……….
I did B&N with Dembre at Easton last Saturday for the morning shift. The manager kept on trying to get Dembre to lick her even after he was corrected a million times. Then she asked “Is he allowed to lick?” our answer “NO!” “Oh” and then she continues sticking her hand out for him to lick :P. My Mom and I were running the table and only wrapped 10 or so gifts over the course of FOUR hours. We never got our package of brochures to take so we took the ones we already had at home! It all worked out fine and was pretty fun.