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Glen! GlenGlenGlen! GlenGlenGlen! GlenGlenGleeeeeennnnn!
Susie's an oversized German Shepherd. Usually she's got a ridiculously gentle temperment, which is good, since she belongs to my overboss, who's 73. When Helen's gone, I'll play with Susie. Hey, she'd be glad to know her baby is being kept entertained. Usually we fight over a plush frog with a squeaky in it. At first Susie was quiet as she played, but over the past few months she's begun letting out these short little growls, which she cuts off right away.
That all stopped today. When I got ahold of Frog, Susie started growling and she didn't stop. Low and menacing, but that tail kept wagging and whenever I let go she'd follow me all over the offic, taunting me with Frog until I made a grab for it and then the growling would start all over again. When Helen got back to the office, she made the mistake of reaching for Frog.
"Grrrrrrrrr!"
"Susie!"
My underboss died laughing and I had to go confess that I've been encouraging Susie to growl whenever Frog is touched. Oops.
Which is bizarre, since he works mornings and I don't come close to human at 6am. He's made a point of knowing my name and slipped me a free swipey card when my original went missing. I usually can't manage more than a wan smile when I come in (the sun isn't even above the mountains yet) but when I'm soaked with sweat and finally awake I can handle some chatting. I'm very amused.
Because I saw Jon Stewart first, dammit. He's *my* boyfriend. She think he's hilarious and 'kind of good looking' and she's trying to watch him as often as she can. Jon Stewart: bringing generations together. Just so long as she keeps her mitts off him...
So is Greg. And Archie. And Nick. CSI messes with my gag reflex, my ability to guess what happened, and my libidio. Such pretty pretty men with such pretty possibilities.
And the woman who's going to do it remembered me when I called, which is strange. I've gotten three hair cuts from her since February. That's like two months in between visits and it's not like I'm getting a mohawk or anything. I'm not the memorable and I don't think I'm acting wacky. Hmmm. Here's hoping the cut comes out well, although I'm so shaggy now that I'd be grateful for a mohawk.
Susie's an oversized German Shepherd. Usually she's got a ridiculously gentle temperment, which is good, since she belongs to my overboss, who's 73. When Helen's gone, I'll play with Susie. Hey, she'd be glad to know her baby is being kept entertained. Usually we fight over a plush frog with a squeaky in it. At first Susie was quiet as she played, but over the past few months she's begun letting out these short little growls, which she cuts off right away.
That all stopped today. When I got ahold of Frog, Susie started growling and she didn't stop. Low and menacing, but that tail kept wagging and whenever I let go she'd follow me all over the offic, taunting me with Frog until I made a grab for it and then the growling would start all over again. When Helen got back to the office, she made the mistake of reaching for Frog.
"Grrrrrrrrr!"
"Susie!"
My underboss died laughing and I had to go confess that I've been encouraging Susie to growl whenever Frog is touched. Oops.
Which is bizarre, since he works mornings and I don't come close to human at 6am. He's made a point of knowing my name and slipped me a free swipey card when my original went missing. I usually can't manage more than a wan smile when I come in (the sun isn't even above the mountains yet) but when I'm soaked with sweat and finally awake I can handle some chatting. I'm very amused.
Because I saw Jon Stewart first, dammit. He's *my* boyfriend. She think he's hilarious and 'kind of good looking' and she's trying to watch him as often as she can. Jon Stewart: bringing generations together. Just so long as she keeps her mitts off him...
So is Greg. And Archie. And Nick. CSI messes with my gag reflex, my ability to guess what happened, and my libidio. Such pretty pretty men with such pretty possibilities.
And the woman who's going to do it remembered me when I called, which is strange. I've gotten three hair cuts from her since February. That's like two months in between visits and it's not like I'm getting a mohawk or anything. I'm not the memorable and I don't think I'm acting wacky. Hmmm. Here's hoping the cut comes out well, although I'm so shaggy now that I'd be grateful for a mohawk.