As I sat down to write my slice about giving my dog a haircut yesterday, my daughter walked by.
"Are you writing a post about me starting my new job today?"
I looked up from my laptop.
"No...should I?" I asked.
My daughter has taken on a second part-time job to save money for college next year. She works at a local store as a cashier, but they weren't giving her many hours. Then she heard a nearby kennel was hiring people to play with the boarded dogs for Puppy Playtime.
It is the perfect job for her. She has this amazing way of working with animals -- she brings her whole heart and energy to them and they love her back for it.
"I don't care," my daughter responded. "You could just tell them you are proud of me."
That I am.