I'm beginning the process of getting the dogs (and myself) all ready for a road trip in a couple of days. I'm homeward bound to share some Christmas cheer with my family and some old friends. There was to be much relaxing by the fire with my freakishly large headed nephew tugging on dogs ears and tails.
Right on cue, Tess throws me a curve ball. Tonight, little Miss Tess became a "woman," so she won't be invited into my parents house this Christmas. She'll have to stay her kennel and be miserable. No jacking around with our back door neighbor's strapping and handsome Goldens, no unadulterated joy of running wild and free off the leash, and no retrieving duck decoys from the mighty Concho River. Yea, Christmas is going to suck for Tess. Molly, however, is still invited to enjoy all the festivities.
Well, off to Wal-Mart to get some little boy underwear for Tess to wear during her special time. While I wait in line, I'll plan my birds and bees talk. I'll have plenty of time to ponder it. There will be two people in front of me slowly writing checks hoping that it won't clear until pay day, and no less than three others who are operating the credit/debit card interface for the first time in their lives.
"Ma'am, its upside down. Flip it over. Swipe it the other way like it shows on the picture. Nope, the other way. Are you using your Walgreens Frequent Shopper card? You are killing me. Give me the card...dammit. I'll do it for you."