Thursday, June 12, 2025

Expelled!

 Yes, she was expelled.  Didn't play well with others.  In fact, didn't play with others at all.  Flat out, refused to have anything to do with others.  Except the staff.  Loved the staff.

Who is she?  Parker, one of our two therapy dogs.  Our other dog, Maisie, wasn't expelled, apparently played well with others.

Trish took both dogs to a high-end dog hotel.  The pups spent 4 hours there yesterday, to see if they could be accepted into the elite company - of dogs that did play well with others.  

If I ran the dog hotel, I would have said, "So what?  Who cares if she doesn't want to play with other dogs?  She likes to play with Maisie."

Trish figures it's Parker's training.  T trained her to stay away from other dogs because doing so, conflicted with the training and therapy dog work.  She took it in stride, though.  Trish, not Parker: got a large charge out of it - despite the 6 hours wasted in Spokane.  Not totally wasted, though: she's pleased that she got to shop for clothing she didn't really need (in my view, not her's).  In my view, there's no such thing as a woman with too many clothes.

In her defense, Trish donated a few pairs of pants recently, which only left about 150 pairs.


Friday, June 6, 2025

PJs

 Pajamas.  Mom bought them for my brother, Gerry, and I in our early teens.  First PJs ever for any male in our family.  

In winter it got near freezing at night in our upstairs bedroom, so I guess Mom thought they would help keep us warmer than sleeping in just briefs.  And they did - for one night.  Having slept in our briefs since forever, the PJs felt too restrictive.  So, one night was it.  For both of us.  Thanks, Mom, but they just don't work for us, feel like straitjackets.

I don't recall ever seeing guys in PJs except on TV.  The military sure didn't issue olive drab jammies.  Don't recall anyone in my college dorms wearing them either.

Women like them though.  Trish has a few pairs.