I am who you think I am, and I love dogs

It has been a very busy, and tough week. Friday alone was a great roller coaster ride.
I wanted to leave work early, but that didn't happen. So I didn't get to Vallos bakery until after three to get our order for Saturday morning at the Jersey shore. Then because of the line, I was there about 45 minutes. This means I didn't get home until after 4 PM, and Ethel the dog had an appointment at the vet for 4:30 PM. Mrs C went to the Jersey shore with her sister and niece at 9 Am, so I was on my own.

Ethel the dog is very sick. so sick that she couldn't get her shots and be boarded. It happens. So I had to cancel boarding for her, Lucy and Sally. I got up at 4 Am as usual Friday to go to work, but now, with all my fun, I don't get back home until after 6PM. I need some me time, so I pack up and head to the gym for a good work out, and then I come home just before 9 PM, having relieved some stress, and check my email. I immediately wish I hadn't, but I move on from there, starting laundry, reading a few more emails and then the paper online before heading to bed.

Saturday I get up at 5 AM, having slept in for an extra hour. I give Ethel her medications by hiding them in a chopped up Oscar Meyer hot dog, and administer her ear drops. I feed the fish, and then I load up the car with all the goodies for the almost three hour drive to Cape May point, New Jersey.

Now don't freak out people, I leave the dogs alone at home in a very big house and Mrs C and I are away each day anyway at work. We have the whole Brinks security thing going on, motion and fire detectors, threshold sensors etc, so there's nothing to worry about.
I get to Cape May point about 9;30, enjoy the Easter Egg hunt, do family lunch and all that, and then at 2 PM I kiss Mrs C good bye and head home. I get back at 5PM, and do another shift of Dog meds, before letting the three puppy girls outside for a while.
Then around 6 PM I turn on the alarm, and go run the errands, as in grocery shopping. I got home around 8:15 PM, and now, after putting the groceries away, I open my email, and what do I get?
Supposedly I spent the last 48 hours online posting anonymously hateful comments on the blogs of other people who I don't get along with.

YOU PEOPLE NEED TO GET A BLEEPIN LIFE!

I know that it is hard for some, especially certain residents of certain Pennsylvania counties that border New Jersey and the Delaware river to understand, but I have other things to do than hide behind a computer and think up ways to insult your obviously fragile egos. I'm also irked to hear that one particular wackjob, a NOBODY, you might say, is anonymously impersonating me.

Let me make it very clear to you crazies, and not so crazies.

I SIGN MY NAME TO MY COMMENTS, AND I DON"T WRITE ANYTHING THAT I WOULDN'T SAY TO YOUR FACE. Yes I called someone a stubborn mule concerning their behavior. I signed my name to that comment, see a pattern there? GET OVER IT.

If you don't like what I write, DON 'T READ IT ANYMORE!

This is just a blog, that I use to express myself, nothing more I'm not using it to do character assassination, as some bloggers who consider themselves "relevant" and "credible" do. No settling of personal or political scores here. Just me laughing at myself as I make it through each and every day.

Most bloggers I know understand what we are doing here. It's a support community for many who found a new way to express their innermost thoughts. We share our joys and our pains, without inflicting them on others. But some people take Blogs as their real life, and I think in some cases, their BLOGS HAVE BECOME THEIR LIFE. In Fact, I am convinced of that.

You know something else? I'm not sure if it was Will Rogers or Mark Twain (Samuel Clements), but there is a quote that says you can take a dog as a friend, and he will be a friend for life, but if you make a man your friend, eventually he will bite you. You could say the same for some male bloggers I know. (So far all the women bloggers I know are class acts)

If I had a choice between my three dogs, and certain(and it is a very few, and they are all male, by the way,) bloggers as friends, I would choose my three dogs.

They are loyal, loving, and don't care about my bad days, they treat me the same and aren't fair weather friends. I know of at least a couple of Lehigh Valley Bloggers I could never say that about.

Certain Bloggers versus dogs? Dogs win hands down.

Oh, and by the way, Happy Easter. Sally chased a rabbit out of the yard while I was writing this. I guess there won't be any candy in my basket tomorrow!