Saturday, June 25, 2005
Just shoot me
Okay. I know that things could be worse. How much worse I could stand, I don't know. Bonnie follows me around. Constantly. When I'm in the computer room, she opens the closed door and says, "Ha! I tracked you down!" giggle. She's taken to getting up at the crack of dawn, and will not go to bed until I've retired for the evening.
Good news is that she sniffs all the time. Dry sniff. Habit she's had ALL of her life. She's two years older than I am, so I've heard this sniff my entire life. Doesn't bother me. Nice little alert system. I can sometimes make a dash into a bathroom when I hear the sniff approach. Works for me.
Five and a half days left.