Before I left for work this morning, I told Coralee I was going to leave my dog, Jack, at home. I sometimes take Jack to work, but I have recently hired several new people and I am currently training them. I thought it was best to leave Jack at home so I wouldn't have to entertain him today.
Jack has done a pretty good job at training me. I have mastered sitting and playing dead and rolling over. The latter is a great trick to perform for my employees and my clients. If there are more than five people in a room and I perform that trick, I can usually generate an applause.
When Jack is left at home, he is on a chain that is connected to a ground stake that is near our children's play fort. This play fort is very old and is barely holding together. Coralee was encouraging this morning and suggested that perhaps Jack would chew on the legs of the fort and it would come tumbling down on top of him and kill him. She then asked me if I would miss Jack. I replied that I would, but then I reminded her that I grow emotionally attached to everything. If I have a tissue in my possession for more than 10 minutes, I cry when I have to let it go.
Jack is a good dog, but he is young. Young dogs can be a pain, because they love to chew on anything and everything. When Jack chewed on some of our new furniture, it was all I could do to not put a bullet in his brain; but I convinced myself that he is, in fact, Jack Bauer and someday he may protect me from a Terrorist.
Speaking of attachments: Matt's cast came off today. When I tucked Matt into bed last night, I thought to myself, "this may be the last time I see him in this cast." Yes, I had to push back a tear, because like all things, I also became attached to that ugly, stinky cast. Fortunately, a long day at work helped me overcome my attachment so when I returned home this evening, my puppet turned back into a real boy. Thank you Jiminee Cricket!.....or was it the Fairy Godmother? Blue Fairy? Hmmm....I can't remember. I guess I'm not up on my Disney cartoons. In any case, it is nice to be able to bathe Matt again and within a few days, I'm sure he'll be running all over the house. Coralee had already given him a bath today, so when I got home from work, I was able to pick him up and give him a real hug. He smelled good, and it was nice to hold him and not be knocked over by toxic fumes.
In other news, I have decided to create a blog related to my field, the mortgage industry. I am calling it the Mortgage Monitor, and it is a great avenue for me to post information about new loan products or to inform our customers about things that may be beneficial to them. Mortgage blogging also gives me a great networking tool to be able to educate and establish new business. If you get a chance, check it out: www.cmomortgage.blogspot.com.
Jack has done a pretty good job at training me. I have mastered sitting and playing dead and rolling over. The latter is a great trick to perform for my employees and my clients. If there are more than five people in a room and I perform that trick, I can usually generate an applause.
When Jack is left at home, he is on a chain that is connected to a ground stake that is near our children's play fort. This play fort is very old and is barely holding together. Coralee was encouraging this morning and suggested that perhaps Jack would chew on the legs of the fort and it would come tumbling down on top of him and kill him. She then asked me if I would miss Jack. I replied that I would, but then I reminded her that I grow emotionally attached to everything. If I have a tissue in my possession for more than 10 minutes, I cry when I have to let it go.
Jack is a good dog, but he is young. Young dogs can be a pain, because they love to chew on anything and everything. When Jack chewed on some of our new furniture, it was all I could do to not put a bullet in his brain; but I convinced myself that he is, in fact, Jack Bauer and someday he may protect me from a Terrorist.
Speaking of attachments: Matt's cast came off today. When I tucked Matt into bed last night, I thought to myself, "this may be the last time I see him in this cast." Yes, I had to push back a tear, because like all things, I also became attached to that ugly, stinky cast. Fortunately, a long day at work helped me overcome my attachment so when I returned home this evening, my puppet turned back into a real boy. Thank you Jiminee Cricket!.....or was it the Fairy Godmother? Blue Fairy? Hmmm....I can't remember. I guess I'm not up on my Disney cartoons. In any case, it is nice to be able to bathe Matt again and within a few days, I'm sure he'll be running all over the house. Coralee had already given him a bath today, so when I got home from work, I was able to pick him up and give him a real hug. He smelled good, and it was nice to hold him and not be knocked over by toxic fumes.
In other news, I have decided to create a blog related to my field, the mortgage industry. I am calling it the Mortgage Monitor, and it is a great avenue for me to post information about new loan products or to inform our customers about things that may be beneficial to them. Mortgage blogging also gives me a great networking tool to be able to educate and establish new business. If you get a chance, check it out: www.cmomortgage.blogspot.com.
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