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and unfortunately, I hear them too.

There are times when people frustrate me beyond words. A woman in Walmart threw a hissy fit and ORDERED me not to move because she was going to complain to the Store Manager about my dog in the store.

Meanwhile her children are throwing clothes off of the display, opening & eating candy they grabbed from the checkout line, but had not paid for & smeared nasty chocolate hands on the hanging clothes.

I told the woman that until her children could behave better than my service dog, she should save her complaints and resumed my shopping.

I really wanted to tell her to STFU and mind her spawn since it was quite obvious that they should have been wearing harnesses & leashes since they were seriously out of control.

Sometimes Birdie does stuff that is so amusing because it is just -so- HUMAN.

We were at my Dad's house today to pick up Autumn & Birdie decided that she wanted to snoop in a cupboard that my Dad keeps snacks in, so she went over & started to open it. My Dad scolded her & told her to get out of his cupboards in his faux "grumpy old man" voice.

What I found so amusing is the behavior & the thought process.

As a service dog, Birdie has rules that are rarely deviated from because she must always behave appropriately in public. There are of course, a few exception to those rules. One of the exceptions are my parents.

My Dad is the ONLY person allowed to feed Birdie from the table without risking being stabbed with a fork. He feeds her right from his plate, usually with his fork. When I told him that was gross, he had to demonstrate that Birdie is so lady like that she doesn't even touch his fork when she takes the food from it.

At his house, she is the "Grand Dog" and my parents, my Dad especially, let her get away with things that she isn't allowed to anywhere else. And she knows it.

So while she is well behaved when visiting, she knows she can be a bit of a brat too.

I also find it rather amusing that she knows when we are almost to my Dad's house. You have to go past the CT Renaissance Faire/ Hebron Fair Grounds to get to my parent's house. Birdie knows what the difference between taking the left turn off of Rt. 66 onto Rt. 85 or going straight up Rt. 66 means. Take a left, go to the Faire, go straight, go to Papa's house. Ten minutes out from Papa's house, she gets excited and starts whining.

I managed to get all 34 CD's of photos sized and uploaded to photobucket.

These were taken by Matthew Nygren. Quite a few of you are in these photos, so check them out.

Whew! That was a job & a half!!

Matthew Nygren's CTRF 2008 Photos

I was doing some organizing & tagging in LJ this evening and came across this quote that I posted back in 2005.



"To command is to bear responsibility for the lives of each and every man in your command. Those lives are yours to spend in winning wars, but you must spend them cautiously, judiciously and with unwillingness, taking great pains to see that none of them, not one, is wasted or uselessly lost.

To send men into battle, thus exposing them to death, is the responsibility of leaders, but to squander any one of them without need is murder, plain and simple."

Jack Whyte - The Camulod Chronicles "The Fort at the River's Bend"

Alcohol often gives one false courage. I have true courage. Don't test me.

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