Ginger’s Lunch

I was going to drive to Costco at lunch today for one of those aromatic chickens for Ginger.  Then I wasn’t.  Then I was, wasn’t, was.  On my last was, I started getting the signals…green ones.  So I went through them, and passed my turn to go home, at which point I was on a wasn’t again, until a dove flew over head and told me to keep going, so I did.  I got the chicken and came home.  After I ate half of it, I decided to see if Ginger, who’d already gone outside and came in again, wanted some.  She was in her crate, so I offered her some to the dismay of all the other dogs.  She didn’t take it.  I told her where I’d gone for it, put several pieces on her paws, shut the door, and let her alone a while.  When I came back in, she’d eaten all the pieces!  And was waiting to come out of that room.  Then, I thought, give her more.  So I did, but that was too much.  The pile of chicken remained a pile until I went back in to pick it up.  So instead, I swabbed a finger full of peanut butter on her roof, and told her I loved her.  Then I gave her another pain pill, and came to work. 

I hope she keeps up the good work. 


About Helen

I'm a Southern California living in South Florida. I've been here for 10 years as of October 1, 2007. No matter where I live, I'm a dog lover, and my breed is the Dobermann Pinscher of the Working Group. I am also fond of the Australian Shepherd of the Herding Group. My life revolves around my dogs, which is something those family members of mine don't understand. So I'm an island in that respect, but have built friendships with those who are doggie lovers and respect the canine as much as I do. Some do rescue, some train in, compete in, and judge AKC trials. The common thread is our dogs are family.
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