August 25, 2009

August 25, 2009-08-26


Hi Jerm,

I am hand writing today. I’m at the freaking compactor letting it do it’s thing. Of course some douse bag left their bag of trash on the ground even tho the compactor wasn’t even close to being full. I HATE PEOPLE! J I sold another puppy this morning. 3 more to go. I have someone coming down from Bellingham on Saturday to have a look at them. I don’t know which one they’re interesting. They are probably personality matching, which I think is best. That lady who wanted Lil Guy last spring contacted me again about getting a puppy. I wonder if she finally talked her husband into it. He was not so sure about it before. But then she was going thru cancer treatment at the time. She better act fast. Fritz has got a date with Lulu on the first of September!!! Bounchickabounboun J Remember the Lady that really like Fritz that time we were coming out of Wilco? She is ready to breed her labradoodle. And here I was thinking the other day that poor Fritz was out of luck until next spring. Depending on when Sadie goes into heat again, I may let her puppy again. It was 9 months between her last two litters. So I’m thinking if she goes into heat atleast 6 months or more from her last batch, she will be okay to breed. Sadie is yours by the way when you are ready for her. I’m not going to breed her after she is eight years old and will have her fixed at that time. She loves you anyways and will be a good dog for you to have. She will be happy to be in her bed during the day so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about leaving her to go to work and such. Sadie is also good about alerting you to strangers. Hang on I got to go do a work order :p Boy that lady is weird, she’s doing this telemarketing thing while I’m trying to fix stuff in her apartment. “I can help you make more money” She says that her husband is a long haul truck driver. I think that if I were him, I’d wanna do long haul just to get away from hearing that all the time. The apartment that I’m working in today is trashed. I think that they were asked to leave because they were way behind on their rent. They shook comet cleaner all over the place so now I’m covered with it. I have to finish up in there tomorrow and I’ll have it all over me again. It smells like someone is making fried bologna sandwiches or something like that. I’m sitting in the parking lot outside of HH building. Wes is always asking me if I’m going over to grandma’s after work for dinner. To see if he can get out of cooking dinner for me. He he. I guess it’s no fun to cook when you can’t eat it without throwing it up. I wonder how he keeps his weight on, ya know? A lady just called a bit a go and wants to come over tonight and see the puppies. I’m almost feel like I have more people than puppies right now. It was quiet all weekend with no emails or phone calls. Then suddenly last night I got a bunch of people wanting to puppies. Okay back to the compactor to cycle it. Mike is texting me, he wants to go see Inglorious Bastards. Man I got heartburn. Must be from smelling those sandwiches. It’s weird how the smell of something can make my insides feel like they are on fired. Almost 5pm. I wish it was 5:30 so I’d be leaving for home. It’s so nice to have evenings off. I go home, mess around with the dogs, sometimes go for a walk. I need new shoes again. These ones I have make the bottom of my heels hurt whenever I go for long walks. Heartburn’s gone, yeah! Today I’m sending you a letter from Nicole by the time you get this one, you should have received letters from Tammy, Grandma, Wes and a couple of people from Fatty Patty’s. I hope that the letters help keep you from getting too homesick. It’s nice to be able to read them more than once. I really enjoy hearing stuff about training from you. I think that it’s funny that I’m sitting here by the compactor for more than 20 minutes writing you and cycling the compactor. It was raining this morning really light. So light that you couldn’t even feel it landing on you face. The sun has finally come out and it feels nice to sit in the sun. I gotta get going and put my stuff away. I hope there’s a letter in the mail box tonight when Emma and I go to check it. Talk to you tomorrow.

Love
Mom