This Friday is when I have to go to Mr. Cottrill's studio to read my story to him. I won't be alone, of course, there will be other members of my Writer groups. They have chosen other pieces of his sculpture to write about. Some will be poems and some will be prose. The thing that makes me so nervous is that I am the only dachshund in the groups. It means that what I write gets looked at differently. I suppose that is okay. It just puts a lot of pressure on me.
It is going to be a very busy week for me. Wed. is the first day of a new month. That means that I get to go shopping for another bag of food for the animal shelter. We will deliver it and that will take some time. Mom always gets all weepy and stuff when we go there. I kind of understand because I can hear the sad dogs in back. They want out. They are afraid. I am going to do something a little different this month. I got in my toy boxes and took out some toys that are in good shape and I am going to donate those to the frightened dogs. Maybe it will make them feel a little better.
Now for the weird things that happend in the last two days. First I found out that I had been given two WARDS for making my monthly donations. Then today, a lady called my mom about something totally different, and ended up asking about having me go to a nursing home to make people there feel good. ....... Now, you may not know this about me, butt I have had a lot of school classes for how to do the things that I am supposed to do (or not ever do) to be a therapy dog. The only thing is... my mom never made me go to take the test for it. The test place is very much far away and she knows I hate to ride in Jennifer Jeep. She knew I would not do well on the test after such a long ride. She loves me and never wants me to fail. So she just didn't make me take the test to PROVE I can do the stuff and to get my Certification.
The nursing home lady said she didn't care about the certification, as long as I did what I am supposed to do. So..... from my WARD for doing good, came the phone call, and now... I guess I am going to take on another job. Weird how it all worked out, isn't it???
I think I will make a "trial visit" this week or next. Between my writing, meetings, garden and yard work, and now nursing home helper visits... I am going to hope to stay out of Vacula and Jim the Grinch Guy's line of fire. I am also going to hope that it keeps mom so busy she forgets to call my Doctor. It is time for my to have those awful shot things.
PeeS Don't you just love the picture today? I like to think that the big scary Panther is petting me. Some people say that it looks like he is going to claw me. I don't think so though, do you?