I have a very soft heart and cannot bear to see anything smaller or weaker (primarily cats or dogs) get mistreated, ignored or neglected. A few years ago there was a death next door and one of the lady’s sons brought her the cutest little Corgi puppy. It gave me a sinking feeling because the lady never had dogs before. They put the dog in a pen in the backyard and the only time he was taken out was when the guy next door came over with his Lab, Duke. When company came over, sometimes they would sit on the front porch and the Corgi would stay in his pen, looking hopefully toward the front porch. This went on for several months. One day, I called Animal Control to see if maybe they could give them a warning or something. Nothing happened. So I called the guy at a local Dog rescue, which I had visited before. The guy said that the only to get the dog out of “prison” would be to steal him. So, that’s what I did.

The second thing I did was to go to work with a virus one time before the employer went on vacation to Mardi Gras. I knew he would be in my office for most of the day dictating and using the telephone. I would not have done this if he did not give you holy hell when you stayed out sick. I finished out the day and dragged myself home, where I stayed and rested for 2 days. When he got back, clients would come in for their appointments and ask him how he enjoyed his vacation. He would say: “Well, it went pretty well until the day of the parade and I got sick!” My older brother even said he was proud of me, and I seldom ever heard that.

If trolls want to stop by, okay, but I’ve never regretted either one of these things.