Dog Vignettes

 On the way to town today, Lili tried to come with (well, so did the red-heads, but that's a different story.)  Once I made her leave, she stood there, face into the wind. Here in the basin, we get some serious wind - and she was doing a L'oreal commercial. Her hair was billowing, and so were her ears.  I was expecting a Scottish Terrier in a kilt to come along and pose for a romance novel cover with her.

After I got back from the vaccination station, I went to lie down, and all four of the small pups somehow knew that I needed comforting.  Daisy sat on top of me, Lili tucked into my knees, and the red-heads tucked in around (Daisy wanting to get as close as possible, Toby wanting to be in between me and whoever is getting attention...)

My First Job

 I'm sure this is going to surprise you, but I've been a feminist all my life.  When I was 8, I struck a blow for womanhood (ok, little girl hood) by taking a job as the first female paper carrier in Salmon, Idaho.  

Ok, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to define that for anyone born in this millennium, but (slipping into my rocking chair, hiking my glasses up my nose....) Back in the day, people often got their news from newspapers.  Salmon being a basic hick town did not have its own newspaper, but the Idaho Falls Post Register was willing to pay me to drop off its screed on people's doorstep daily - after school, I'd ride my bike over to the post office and grab my stack along with the other urchins.  The Post Office guys sort of adopted me - they called me George, so that they didn't have to acknowledge my gender, and we got along well.