The sun is out!

Thank God for those golden rays! It has been a heck of a long winter and I’m sick of the gloom. I’m up early this morning, due to the fact that I completely forgot to send out the rent check. For some strange reason, the thought occured to me at 4 AM?!?!?!?!?!?! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! But I’m feeling ok today. I’m always in a better mood when it’s nice out. Sophie is curled up on a pile of clean clothes. As long as she doesn’t pee on them, I’m ok. Atleast she’s being quiet and not chewing on a dirty Q-tip, like yesterday. Yes, she has a weird obsession with anything cotton. My parents old dog, Oreo, had an obsession with sweets. You know how supposedly chocolate will kill a dog? I mean, anytime you read anything about dogs there is always a glowing neon sign: “NO CHOCOLATE! THEY WILL DIE!” Right. When I was still living at home, Oreo and I had a run-in over chocolate. I was having a really bad day. Work was horrible, I was PMSing, and all I could think about was my big bag of hershey’s kisses sitting at home on the kitchen counter. My entire ride home from work, I was imagining how good they were going to taste. And I didn’t care about my fat thighs, I was going to eat the ENTIRE bag! So there! I get home, walk in the door and stood there in shock. There was Oreo: a big dumb grin on his face, wagging his little stub of a tail, surrounded by silver foil. Not only had he eaten the entire bag of chocolate but he had somehow managed to unwrap them all. What?!?!?! How could such a dumb dog be so smart?? I was pissed that I had no chocolate and worried that my dog was going to drop dead. But he was fine. Not so much as a stomach ache. Insane, right? Poor Oreo. He has since passed but my family still looks back on all the good years we had with him, all the fond memories, and we laugh hysterically. What a dog! Eeeeeeeeeee, RIP!

Oreo