Scrawny little thing, she shivered from fright more than body temperature. Would she show it? NEVER. Her head was way too big to match her body right now, but someday... Funny looking, but so adorable that it could be nothing but love at first sight for me.
Choosing her own name should have given me a hint as to her "defining" nature. She wouldn't respond to anything until he said, "Oh. She's just a little wiener girl." She zipped around and ran toward me. Wiener it was, and has been ever since.
It's amazing to me how her personality shines right through everything she does. She's opinionated; very selective; wary of strangers, and extremely stubborn. There are very few things she won't eat, but they need to be prepared to her liking. She can sleep the day away. She is protective of me and not easily friends with most men. Once she has established "he" is okay, she loosens demeanor a little, but stays between the person and me, just in case.
Her attitude matches her personality. You definitely know where she stands on any issue involving her. If she doesn't agree with me, she snorts and walks away. (Any day now I expect to see her stomp her foot as she leaves.) Her vocabulary consists of about 25 words. I've resorted to spelling them when I don't want her to know what is going to happen. If "Ice Cream" is included in the conversation, she's at the refrigerator looking up to the freezer. If "Go" is mentioned she's at the door waiting to receive her halter and "jingle bells" or tags that she has to wear to go out. And, I cannot eat or drink anything away from the table because it's fair game as far as she is concerned. She's not allowed to beg at the table, but anywhere else is okay-according to her opinion.
I don't know what I would have done lately without her. She is my partner in crime, confidante, friend and companion. She never "squeals" on me, laughs at me, or criticizes me. And, where is she when I'm resting? Closer than my skin. That's why I call her my little "Saran Wrap."
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
HAPPY HAPPY
Once again we're getting ready to celebrate "the fourth." Instead of me shooting off the fireworks, the sky is producing a beautiful array of "sparklers" and loud noise with them.
Will I get to go to the barbeque? I doubt it. Weather is a determiner and it's just not fun grilling in the rain. Of course there's always P.T. Bones.
Getting up today was hard. My husband doesn't have to work, but I do. Frying hamburgers for a living and doing it for a "get together" is like a busman's holiday. I hate cooking. I smell of grease and smoke. Our establishment is the only one in this area that still allows smoking. Stale, thick, heavy smells linger on my clothing and in my hair. I scrub and scrub, but it never leaves. When am I going to leave this place?
I'm almost through with my schooling. I'll be able to arrange my work schedule with my school schedule this semester. I can hardly wait to start working. I even already have a job. Laura's House of Hair. It's a cute shop and Laura and I have been friends all our lives, even before we were born. It's neat how we've been able to "grow up together" and all our escapades. She is such a part of my life; we're more like twins. I can finish her sentences and she knows my thoughts even before I say them. That is soooo totally neat.
As I was running to the car, the woman in front of me was hit by lightening. Oh my. It's Laura.
Will I get to go to the barbeque? I doubt it. Weather is a determiner and it's just not fun grilling in the rain. Of course there's always P.T. Bones.
Getting up today was hard. My husband doesn't have to work, but I do. Frying hamburgers for a living and doing it for a "get together" is like a busman's holiday. I hate cooking. I smell of grease and smoke. Our establishment is the only one in this area that still allows smoking. Stale, thick, heavy smells linger on my clothing and in my hair. I scrub and scrub, but it never leaves. When am I going to leave this place?
I'm almost through with my schooling. I'll be able to arrange my work schedule with my school schedule this semester. I can hardly wait to start working. I even already have a job. Laura's House of Hair. It's a cute shop and Laura and I have been friends all our lives, even before we were born. It's neat how we've been able to "grow up together" and all our escapades. She is such a part of my life; we're more like twins. I can finish her sentences and she knows my thoughts even before I say them. That is soooo totally neat.
As I was running to the car, the woman in front of me was hit by lightening. Oh my. It's Laura.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Interesting
When Jennifer once learned of the "happening" she was scared for her life. Why did it happen? Why was she involved?
She had been taught, all her life, that if you want something done right, do it yourself. Did she have anything to do with the dead body? Her blackout spells were getting more frequent. Where did she go when they happened? She could not remember anything about last night.
The last thing, in her bedroom, that happened was the cat jumping on the bed with her. Snowy was such company for her. He loved her as much as she loved him. Jim said the only reason the cat had anything to do with her was she was his food source. That wasn't true. She knew it. She could even read Snowy's thoughts sometimes. What was he thinking now? "I'm glad he's dead." Wow. Was that Snowy or her?
Being psychic was interesting and at times, even helpful. Most of the time Jennifer knew whose thoughts she heard but she often mixed hers with Snowy's and that could be "INTERESTING" at times.
When did Jim stop loving her? It had been a rocky relationship from the beginning but she had hoped it would change. It had, but it had gotten worse not better.
Today was the appointment with her advisor. Being hypnotized might help. The appointment was late in the day, as most of them were, but today felt different somehow. When will this be over.
She had been taught, all her life, that if you want something done right, do it yourself. Did she have anything to do with the dead body? Her blackout spells were getting more frequent. Where did she go when they happened? She could not remember anything about last night.
The last thing, in her bedroom, that happened was the cat jumping on the bed with her. Snowy was such company for her. He loved her as much as she loved him. Jim said the only reason the cat had anything to do with her was she was his food source. That wasn't true. She knew it. She could even read Snowy's thoughts sometimes. What was he thinking now? "I'm glad he's dead." Wow. Was that Snowy or her?
Being psychic was interesting and at times, even helpful. Most of the time Jennifer knew whose thoughts she heard but she often mixed hers with Snowy's and that could be "INTERESTING" at times.
When did Jim stop loving her? It had been a rocky relationship from the beginning but she had hoped it would change. It had, but it had gotten worse not better.
Today was the appointment with her advisor. Being hypnotized might help. The appointment was late in the day, as most of them were, but today felt different somehow. When will this be over.
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