Back to school for Leahs and Puppies
Rascal is growing up and becoming a real dog. He already graduated puppy class, and we are taking him to real dog class on Sunday. Before Sunday, we must teach him COME. We have procrastinated because it's been cold outside, and teaching a puppy COME inside the house is like teaching a female child to keep her legs crossed when she's wearing pants: who cares? Last week at puppy class we were tested on COME, and even though we hadn't taught Rascal anything at all regarding the word, Dan stood at the other end of the room and yelled, "Rascal, COME," and Rascal came running. Rascal loves Dan more than anything else in the universe, and he would have come running if Dan had yelled, "Rascal, NEUTERING" because Rascal loves Dan the mostest and also does not understand English. This is our secret of how we cheated our way to puppy graduation. Now that we're moving on, however, someone's gotta get trained up.
In non-doggy news, there are only about two weeks left until i am officially unemployed. Part of me cannot wait. That is the part of me that needs sleep. The part of me that appreciates having enough money for meals, however, is terrified.
A real conversation.
"It's too bad you're going out of business!"
"Oh yeah? Is it?"
"It is!"
"Have you ever been in our gallery before?"
"No, this is my first time."
"Then it's not too bad that we're going out of business."
"Why?"
"Because nobody comes in to buy anything until we cover our window in a sale sign."
There i finally said it. Y'all are cheap SOBs. Call my career in retail officially over.