I am so glad phones have cameras, so that I don’t miss photo opps like this one.
This is Ginger, and he’s a service dog. That’s why he’s allowed to be in the grocery store, dressed like Santa and ride in his mistress’s shopping cart on a blanket.
I didn’t press mistress of Ginger on how her little old dog could possibly perform a service, because she was so happy for me to stop and chat and take a quick photo.
And aren’t we all okay if his only service is just to make you laugh a little bit?
About Ginny O'Donnell
After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see.
Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we?
Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!
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Margaret Ann’s daughters took her for a ride in a wheel chair in the mall. She had her teacup poodle in her lap, and a mall copy came up to her and said, “That is a service dog, isn’t it?”