Brenda (the dog with 9 lives) Still Needs A Home

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I believe I have met the world's first puppy-cat. Brenda, the dog I blogged about 2 weeks ago, is now working on what must amount to her 4th or 5th life. She was quite literally minutes away from being put down last week, TWICE, and each time we (Animal Protection Society of Rockingham County) managed a stay of execution. I imagine someone running into the put down room at the vet's yelling, "Wait! Wait! The Governor called!"

Bottom line, Brenda is currently at the Humane Society in Eden, NC. She's still living in a cage, but she's alive. And I now believe more than ever that this dog was meant to live for a reason. She is going to make someone a GREAT pet. The photos you see here were taken at a volunteer's home. They kept Brenda for the weekend before being able to release her to the Humane Society. They said she was cheerful, fun, didn't bark, and got along great with their cat and other dogs. She also l-o-v-e-s her rubber bouncy ball. 

June is National Adopt-A-Cat month but given that Brenda has that 9 lives cat thing working for her, I'm asking everyone to please work on finding Brenda a home this month as well. She is so much love and fun all wrapped in a furry bundle. And look at those ears and that smile. What's not to love? 

Rules for Shopping

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Oh yes, I now own these puppies...Ransacking my closet the other day for a suitable outfit to wear to a meeting with a client that wouldn't leave me melting in 85 degree heat, I noticed that for the past 10 years of my life I have apparently bought nothing but sleeveless blouses. I also pulled out swimsuits I'd purchased around approximately the same time Madonna burst onto the music scene. In light of an upcoming beach trip in July with my best friend, it became apparent I needed to do a bit of shopping.

I'm not a shopper. Shopping makes my little linear brain hurt. Too many choices, too many chances to make a bad decision, plus I believe everything the store clerks tell me. (It never occurs to me to ask if they work on commission when they assure me the purple rhinestone pants are all the rage and when paired with a blazer, entirely appropriate as office wear.)

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Here's How It Went Down...

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Nothing to see here. Move along. The e-mail came through this morning: I can make egg drop for you today. Meet at car dealer 2:30; I give you egg – 2 dozen.

I instantly sent my reply: The fuzz may have me followed. If we need to abort, I will send you a text message with code words CRACKED EGG. 

At 2:30 I glided my car alongside a parked SUV, motors running. 

"You got the cash?"

"Right here. You got the goods?"

There was a quick exchange through the car windows, a furtive glance to see who may have been watching, then we each slid our windows up and pulled away.

Drug deal in Madison? Nah, just me buying some local farm fresh eggs from a friend. 

But I'd still prefer the fuzz didn't hear about it.

Cheers,

Dena

 

Facebook vs. LinkedIn

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It was a cozy domestic scene in the Harris household last night. Snuggled on the couch, dividing our attention between watching the episode of GLEE that we'd taped and typing away at the laptops on each of our laps. Very Norman Rockwell.

Blair mentioned a mutual friend of ours had updated his profile. "His background is really impressive," he said. 

"Let me look," I said. I logged into Facebook and pulled up the friend's profile. "Are you under Info? I don't see anything."

"I guess," said Blair. "It's right--oh geez. You're on Facebook. Woman, I'm on LinkedIn."

We decided that pretty much sums up the differences in our marriage and personalities - whether we go by default to Facebook versus LinkedIn. Revealing, no?

Cheers,

Dena