First, the cute puppy. The photo was taken at puppy kindergarten last Saturday. She is so little that she sits on her cape. She is looking up at her puppy raiser, which is what they are supposed to do. Just adorable. The pink collar means that she was the fifth puppy born in her litter. Harleen was number five too. Have no idea what that means.
Now for the barf. I had to get a new driver's license today. Normally they just send me the renewal in the mail, I go on line, pay them $28 and in return I get a new driver's license. Well, it's been 15 years since they have seen me so the most recent letter said, please come in, we want to see you. My appointment was at 9:50 this morning. I'm not good in the morning, but I did it. Decided to take Harleen with me. Now this is early for both of us girls. On the way there she threw up in her crate. I looked over my shoulder as she opened her mouth to make that "gack" sound. Then she threw up. I thought for sure that she would eat it so pulled over. But no, she was in the back of the crate no where near the barf. I think she was car sick. It happens to dogs.
I had Kerry's Honda Element; luckily he carries paper towels. I cleaned up the mess and headed for the DMV.
Now imagine this. I arrive at the DMV with a service dog in training who is wearing her vest. I go up to the counter to take the eye test and the woman says to me, uh, is that a dog that helps blind people? I explain that I'm raising her to be an assistance dog but no, I am not blind. I was worried Harleen would throw up the rest of her breakfast in the DMV. She did not. What a good girl.
So that's a challenging way to begin a Friday. Hopefully they won't want to see me for another 15 years. Hope your Friday was less eventful.
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