The Best Part

~Over the hedge~

I had today off work, and I was up early to get everything done before I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch, and to meet her family's new Golden Retriever puppy.  But at the last minute, my friend had to cancel our plans. So, I did the only thing I could do, pretty much nothing.

~Sheba, she's turning so gray~

The dogs and I did go for a nice walk.  I'm still trying to get that elusive photo of Sunny.

After lunch, I needed to try and get a few good photos of Gus.

I got distracted, and took more than a few of Todd.

~I am Scottie hear me roar!~

But the rescue had asked me to do a write-up with photos of Gus so he could be put onto their website.  This is because his acupuncture and vet bills are paid for by them (the rescue), and they would like to ask for sponsors for him.  I support this, and last weekend I worked on a write-up that tells Gus's story.  Even though I've written many of these types of stories over the years, I'm obsessive compulsive, and I worked on it for what I know was at least two hours.

When I sent it onto "the team" that helps me with Gus, I was feeling pretty good about what I'd written. However, I asked for an opinion and suggestions on a couple of sentences. It was returned to me by my "point of contact" edited with a lot of changes.  I felt like I was back in school and in English class all over again and had received a failing grade on my essay.  I know he meant well.  But I'm not sure how much of what I wrote they will use.  So next time, if there is one, I'll let someone else do the write up, and I'll just stick to taking the photos and caring for the dogs.  

~Josh~

It is the best part after all.