Professor J's Place

I saw this display at the gas station this afternoon, and I thought, "What an intersting idea, a roll of paper for writing notes--Neat!" No comment.

Aww. . .

One of the benefits of having a puppy is watching how my old dogs respond. Dinah, the 106 pound, ten year-old labrador retriever has been frightened. She runs out of the room when Bess shows any interest in her. Alice, the eleven year-old hound dog has not been frightened, but she is often crabby and disinterested. But yesterday, Bess gave the girls a lesson in playing. They actually romped around the yard a little bit. It is a true joy to watch the old gals re-learning how to stick their butts up in the air and paw the puppy with glee. I may post a video as soon as I get my camera back.

This Thursday I received a lovely note from my friend, BipolarLawyerCook , who wished me a good Thanksgiving, no matter what substances I had to take in order to get through it. Well, this has been a rough month. I've had stomach and other related illnesses, I've had to change my antidepressant because it wasn't working anymore, and, of course, I ended my relationship and moved back to my old house--largely by myself. So, when I think about self medicating, I'm serious. On Wednesday, I decided it was either heroin or this: This is Bess. Bess is four months old and almost 14 pounds. The folks at the humane society thought she was a 10 week old Lab, but she is not. She has tiny ears, a short nose, and a tail that curls up. She is also quite small. I am not at all sure what she is, except darling. Any thoughts?