It's a tough job, but someone has to do it...

Stumpy comes to work with me every day. I volunteer and manage a food bank/thrift store. We have been so busy that I go in a full two hours before we open just to get through SOME of the paperwork.

Stumpy works hard, too. First she pulls out all the stuffed animals (encouraged by the other volunteers.) Then she makes the rounds of the property. While doing so, she stops and visits with each volunteer to make sure she hasn't missed any treats.

The hardest part of the day is next....



Her bed is a cardboard box with a pillow under my desk. people come and go from my office and never know she is there. Occasionally, I don't know what gets into her, the door will open and she bolts for it, but stops at the thresh hold, looks back at me as if to ask if it's ok. At which time she gets admonished and sent back to her bed. If only she's just make the break...shhhhhh....don't tell her that!!!