All for the Puppies
Jen and I spent the afternoon at the mall yesterday. We weren't shopping, we were wrapping presents for the poodle rescue. Different charities were taking turns wrapping gifts for their particular cause. We obviously can't handle fostering dogs, so we help out at charity events when we can. It wasn't to bad. I'm not the fastest gift wrapper in the world. I'm too picky about how the folds go.
I did spend a lot of time talking to people about the rescue and pushing adoptions. I talked for a long time to an older lady about just about everything. She had wanted to go to the theater and see "The Nativity Story" but the last bus back to Cocoa Beach left at 7 pm and there wasn't time. We got to talking and apparently she and her husband had a poodle that lived to be 27 years old. I don't have any reason not to believe her, but that seems really old for any dog. The way I understood the story was that the dog was really attached to her husband and after he died the dog went not to long after. It's kind of sad really, all of a sudden she was on her own. From that high note it we moved on to her only grandson. He passed away in New Jersey this past spring of something ( I didn't ask any questions) and his father, her son, didn't tell her until her birthday this past September. Such a wonderful son she has. What an asshole. Wait it gets better. Then she asked if I had herd the story on the news about the head being chopped off of the baby Jesus in a manger seen at a church in Cocoa Beach. I hadn't, and we went into discussing why people would do such a thing. Everything had mostly been said after that and we each said Merry Christmas and went our own way.
After she had gone Jen said that I must have the patience of a saint. She would have run off screaming long ago. One of the other ladies that was there said that she was trying to come up with a reason to interrupt and get me out of it. I told them both that I wasn't in any distress and that I thought that she just wanted to talk to somebody. I think that I have actually met her somewhere before. I'm just not sure where.
We found out today that almost $2000 was taken in that day. Not to bad.
I did spend a lot of time talking to people about the rescue and pushing adoptions. I talked for a long time to an older lady about just about everything. She had wanted to go to the theater and see "The Nativity Story" but the last bus back to Cocoa Beach left at 7 pm and there wasn't time. We got to talking and apparently she and her husband had a poodle that lived to be 27 years old. I don't have any reason not to believe her, but that seems really old for any dog. The way I understood the story was that the dog was really attached to her husband and after he died the dog went not to long after. It's kind of sad really, all of a sudden she was on her own. From that high note it we moved on to her only grandson. He passed away in New Jersey this past spring of something ( I didn't ask any questions) and his father, her son, didn't tell her until her birthday this past September. Such a wonderful son she has. What an asshole. Wait it gets better. Then she asked if I had herd the story on the news about the head being chopped off of the baby Jesus in a manger seen at a church in Cocoa Beach. I hadn't, and we went into discussing why people would do such a thing. Everything had mostly been said after that and we each said Merry Christmas and went our own way.
After she had gone Jen said that I must have the patience of a saint. She would have run off screaming long ago. One of the other ladies that was there said that she was trying to come up with a reason to interrupt and get me out of it. I told them both that I wasn't in any distress and that I thought that she just wanted to talk to somebody. I think that I have actually met her somewhere before. I'm just not sure where.
We found out today that almost $2000 was taken in that day. Not to bad.
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