Shut it down

Well, we had some snow....  in fact there are still flurries falling.  Total accumulation here is around 6 inches.  The dogs love it since... well, they're dogs and dogs love snow.  They run around using their noses as little plows.  Yesterday was snow filled playtime.  Last night their coats were so soft after all the snow had dried.  Now they're out barking at all of the neighbors shoveling their sidewalks and driveways.  I did my shoveling earlier.  Like I tell people, take advantage of the free cardio.

I saw a clip of Steve Bannon going into testify yesterday.  My, what an ugly man; the ugly inside him is beginning to push out through his skin.  I also thought he looked scared, which makes sense since he's nothing more than an arrogant, conservative asswipe.  You'll find that almost all conservatives are spinless and gutless when under pressure.  As they used to say in old, old crime movies "this canary's going to sing," when they start turning the screws.
And I saw that there are researchers out there in the big, wide world attempting to write algorithms which will translate what your pets are saying.  I'm sure my dogs have a vocabulary that's riddled with obscenities.  Nouns and verbs only, no adjectives, no adverbs, and definitely no conjunctions.  Of course I'm sure there are people out there who feel that their beloved pets speak in complete sentences which sound a lot like 'baby speak.'
Oh, and there's another plan to keep the government from shutting down.  The Idiot Jerk is, of course, blaming Democrats because they won't line up to kiss his ass the way the Republicans have.  No matter how much he whines and complains, almost everybody knows this is his problem.  My advice?  Shut it down.

A crack in the heart

Yesterday, as I was selling some carpet to some customers, I heard a page over the loudspeaker regarding a phone call for the flooring department that was on hold.  I said, "excuse me," to the customers and picked up the phone.  A woman's voice on the other end of the line asked me how big was our largest storage container.  I told her we carry we have some very large containers, up to 55 gallons and asked her what she was using it for.  There was a pause, and she started to cry, and said "my dog just died and I need to bury him."
Remembering how a little over a year and a half ago how I felt when Gertie died of a heart attack, I excused myself from the customers and went back to the storage aisle while she talked about her dog, a standard sized poodle.  And I thought about the weather.  Yesterday was a dreary, rainy day here in Central Pa.  And I felt so bad for that poor woman who had just lost one her best friends.  And about having to dig a grave for that friend on such a terrible day.

We love our pets.  The loss of one can be heart rending.  Standing in front of our storage containers yesterday, giving dimensions over the phone, I had to pause and wipe a couple tears from my eyes because her grief had managed to crack open my heart.