You need to go vote for Ponzi's friend in the Jets' National Anthem contest. This, my friends, is a contest akin to those in Chicago politics. . . you can, and should, vote for Meghann Carr early and often (and you don't even have to be a U.S. citizen.) Yet - unlike Chicago politics - you have to be alive. . .
Now onto the family dog. . .
I need you all to travel back in time with me.
Remember when I saw The Psychic? That very same psychic came to my house the following week to do readings for a few of my close friends and family members. (Okay! Next time I'll invite you. . .) And besides the fact that she was totally AWESOME for me, she was SPOT ON with my guests that night. (And just to get this straight, it's not like I'm a psychic groupie or anything. . . )
But another thing happened that night that I was not privy to at the time.
I guess my dog was talking.
To the Psychic.
My dog was talking to the Psychic!
And the reason that I know that My dog was talking to the Psychic! was that last Friday evening I was at a little get-together where the afore-mentioned psychic was present (I'm NOT a psychic groupie or anything. . . ) and the psychic had a gift for me - a collection of photographs of yellow labs.
Me: Oh, but, you didn't have to!
Psychic: Well, I never actually told you what happened at the end of the night when your dog came up to me.
Me: Oh but I remember! You said she told you that she wanted to be a good dog. . . you know. . . in order to please me.
Psychic: Yes, but there were so many people there, I didn't want to tell you what she really said. . .
Me: Really said? Well, what did she say???
Psychic: It was kind of unusual. . .
Me: Go on. . . . I won't be surprised.
Psychic: Well, the dog walked right up to me and told me that you like her better than you like your own daughters!!!!
Now I ask you. . . Is there one of you who would be surprised that the dog thought that?
For after all. . . I tell her that every day!!!
For after all. . . I tell her that every day!!!
