didn't even get to see his ass12-04-99 Work was work, got done early, but had to go back at 5 and again at 9 because of the neurotic yorkie who never poops when I walk him, anyway. Working this morning was really not that bad; it was quick, no dogs came in and a couple of them left. My favorite part of the job is sending dogs home, and my favorite part of sending them home is when they're shelter dogs going home for the first time. Often, one member of a family will choose a dog from the shelter, then the whole family comes to pick the dog up from us. I get to see kids' reactions when they first see their new dog. Today I sent home this dog that I really didn't like much: a starved white lab mix with coccydia (contagious to humans,) who refused to go into her cage, inciting me to burst into tears at one point. Her new owner picked her up, and he brought along his sevenish son to meet her. While the guy paid Aida at the counter, I came out the side door with the dog. I watched as the son turned and saw the new dog, his face lighting up in a combination of "Look at the cute doggie!" and "That's mine???" Priceless. I spent a good part of the afternoon immersed in one of my newest, most favorite Christmas traditions: designing gift tags. Last year it took me forever to download a snippet of clip art (the cutest little sno-globe) and balance it on a tag with "To:" and "From:". This year I fiddled around with Power Point until I got that screwy little Christmas tree you'll see if you scroll down at the bottom of this entry. It makes me happy, okay? Leave me alone. John rented the movie Splendor tonight, solely because of Matt Keeslar. You must remember the incredibly hot guy who went to high school with me? I only talk about him every, I don't know, every MONTH or so. So, I'm sort of hoping he doesn't happen across this page, just in case he thought the film was great. He was very hot, especially the scene where he kissed another guy. Script sucked. Seemed like all the actors knew that, except for the lead, and maybe she knew it, too. Everyone else's performance was totally (seemingly) tongue-in-cheek. But I'm no film critic; who am I to argue with Sundance? 
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