My Dog & The Library Police

My dog is a complete character, a perfect fit for my family. In other words she is a nuttball. I think she is enjoying this whole recover from surgery down time that I have going on a little too much. She seems to think that I need to be with her at all times though, lazy little thing that she is. If I am in our office for too long she comes to check on me, smiles her little toothy smile, wiggles her numb, and then departs to go back and nap on the couch. When I leave the house for a little while she loses it when I walk back through the door, hopping around on her hind legs, smiling, turning circles, and chirping like a bird. She has always been the happiest person in my family to see me when I come home, but I think she might be developing a few separation issues. I am going to feel guilty about this when I go back to work on the 7th. Poor little fuzz ball. She really is one of the best dogs we have ever had though. I think that is because she is more like a cat fat, lazy, and very indifferent. Now if I could only train her to use a litter box.

I am hooked on a new book series. No big shocker there. There is one slight problem to this little addiction, unfortunately. Since I had to have an emergency surgery out of the blue that has put me out of work for a month we are a tad low on book money. In other words I have already spent $50 on these books and I just can not justify spending another $50 before the week is over. Damn addictions. Why do all of mine have to get so pricey? I guess I just need to accept the facts that I really do live in this state and get a library card. I just keep telling myself, the library is my friend, the library is my friend, the library police are not real, the library is my friend. If I chant it enough in front of a mirror do you think it will make it true? I am so paranoid because I probably owe like $16 dollars to a library in my home town that I racked up when I was eleven. Amazing how the guilt of that has followed me through the years but so many other horrible things that I managed to do as a teenager have never bothered me. I wonder what that says about my psyche…hmmm… too much self evaluation. The library is my friend, the library is my friend, the library police are not real, the library is my friend.