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. 

Helen