The nice people who adopted Princess, A and J, were told by their apartment owner to either get rid of the dog or find someplace else to live.

Granted, Princess was lunging (playful manner, since she wouldn’t hurt anyone) at the kids who would come running up to her when they went out for a walk, but still. Forcing them to choose between a dog and a place to live is just plain mean spirited.

They plan on moving to Prescott soon; if it’s soon enough we will hold on to Princess until they move and they can get her back.

Did I mention they really, really like Princess? A was very secure that she was there at the house when he recently had some overnight tests done. J didn’t want to let her go, but she would rather have a place to live.

The nice lady at Help Pet Adoptions is standing by, just in case. What a sweet person she is. TMBWitW says it’s good to have an ally in this situation. She is, as usual, correct.

We’ll see how this turns out. I will keep you posted.

I just found the setting that doesn’t allow anonymous comments. I think I should have used that a while ago. Especially since I dislike anonymous comments. If you aren’t a member of blogspot.com, then e-mail your comments to carycartter @ att dot net. Just like it is in my profile.

I leave my name when I comment on yours, please leave your name when you comment on mine.

Thank you for your input. The management cannot guarantee that it will be heeded.

If you refer to my post here, you will see that I have to stop drinking my favorite beverage sooner than I had thought. Like yesterday. Last night was my last sip, this morning I have had nothing but water. Doc said I could have coffee (black) to replace the caffeine, but I haven’t had coffee in so long I don’t think I can get back into that habit.

Well, looks like I am caffeine free now. No, I won’t drink any diet beverages – too many chemicals. Doc wanted to control my issues with more drugs, but I told him no more chemicals – I’ve got enough going on as it is. No, I don’t have to line them up or use one of those pill dispensers, but that’s what I mean – I already take some, don’t want to take more, and I am actively searching for non-chemical methods to replace the pills I do take.

Well, it seems the doctor didn’t like my cholesterol and triglyceride numbers. OK, they would make a really decent bowling average and a terrific outer-loop interstate number, respectively. So – what does that mean to me, an average, middle-aged white guy? It means I have to drop my Real Thing habit. Now. It means I can no longer feast on white rice, white pasta, white bread, or white sugar. Great. That’s most of my “diet.” Steak is on the less-desirable list, but chicken and fish are preferred. The Other White Meat is lower in preference than the chicken and fish, but higher than the beef.

As far as an exercise program, he said to start one. I asked him how he knew I wasn’t already exercising – he said he could tell. Maybe the Krispy Kreme in my hand gave it away, or the gut the box from Krispy Kreme was sitting on…

I’m off to the doctor’s office to discuss some numbers that came up from my last blood test.

I see a change in diet and excercise pattern in my future…