Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Actually, we are at the bank, in the drive through. Each day we make a deposit from the thrift store, Stumpy receives a treat from her friends at the bank. Believe me, they are HER friends. They are not nearly so happy to just see me.
She worries each day. Until she gets her treats, she is quite sure that this is the day they will cut her off.
Poor girl. It's such a rough life; fraught with stress, and all kinds of horrible things!
This post is especially for Norwood, who wondered about Stumpy's "talking" ears.