Bits and Bobs on a Friday Morning

- There are too many raisins in Raisin Bran. I think they should cut back. However, it does taste wonderful with soy milk.

- My 401(k) doesn't look like it wants to cry anymore. I've almost gained back all the money I lost a couple months ago.

- Why is Rupert Grint so adorable? How old is he? 16?** God, I'm such a perv. Shoot me.

- We're getting a real receptionist at work. The current pseudo-receptionist (who can't spell) gave notice yesterday since she'll be tied up with school and unable to work the proper hours. I put an ad in the classified to run this weekend. Now, I just have to cross my fingers that we get decent applicants.

- I started writing a fic yesterday. It's over 5,000 words at the moment, but I'm not sure where I'm taking it. It's Draco/Hermione. I don't know how good it is because I've never written that 'ship before and I gave up on reading so many of the Dramione stories because Draco was suddenly a super suave fellow who secretly loved Hermione the entire time. It weirds me out. If anyone 'ships the Dramione and wants to read it to tell me if it's utter shit or not, please contact me. I suspect my flist is filled with non-HP readers or SS/HG, LM/HG 'shippers, though.

- At least it's Friday. I'm taking Monday off because I feel like it.

EDIT: **He's actually 19. I feel a bit better now.

The Dachshund, Part III

Back in January/February, I made a couple posts about a little dachshund that was hanging around our office building. You can read the first entry here and the second entry here. The first entry is my angst over not being able to save him, and the second was about how we did manage to save him and place him with a rescue organization.

The abridged version is this:
A malnourished, beat-up dachshund kept appearing and disappearing at least once a week around my office building. Payroll Girl and I decided to save him, so I contacted a Dachshund rescue organization in the city and asked if they would take him in. They agreed, so the next time we saw him, we coaxed him into the office building with food. After he ate, I boxed him up and drove him to the airport to meet a woman who had driven up from a town south of Albuquerque. She took him to the vet and boarded him there until they could arrange a foster home. Janet is his foster mom now, and she's been in contact with me about him since she got him in February. They named him Blackie. He's healthy and happy and about five years old. He's actually up for adoption right now on the NM Dachshund Rescue website. Payroll Girl and I ended up pooling our money and donating $100 to the rescue for helping us save Blackie.

Anyway, Janet e-mailed me a few pictures of him because I hadn't seen him since he was placed in foster care. If I didn't already have Ferguson, I would totally adopt this little guy. He's the sweetest dog, and he loves affection.

( the pictures )

Anyway, he looks so much better than he did when I first saw him rummaging around our office and trying to eat a plastic wrapper because it smelled like food.

Payroll Girl and I are going to visit him on Monday to see how he's doing and say hello.