Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

This morning on my way to the Birch Street Nursing Home I stopped at the store to pick up some treats for Mr. Pearlman's new guide dog, Sniffles The Eighth. I didn't have any luck last week teaching him his new name, and thought the treats would help. We practiced all morning, and each time I stepped a little farther away from him before calling his name. He came running to me every time, wagging his tail happily while I fed him a treat. By the afternoon the bag was empty, and I was confident he knew his new name. But at the end of the day when Mr. Pearlman called him, Sniffles The Eighth didn't move. Next week I'm going to have to try something different.

Grandmother Winsome's Tips For Better Living

While it is true that those convicted of a felony cannot serve on a jury in most states, keep in mind that there are easier ways of getting out of jury duty.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

At the Birch Street Nursing Home today I spent most of the time training Sniffles The Eighth to recognize his new name, so that he'll respond when Mr. Pearlman calls him. No luck yet, but I'm not giving up. Also, Mr. Smith brought Angel back to the Birch Street Nursing Home today, and her doctors were pleased to see her. I was glad her doctors were able to visit because she had several new bruises on her arms and legs. She had also lost her pink wig, but I told her she looked pretty anyway.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

This morning when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, I saw that the head nurse had left me a special note telling me to vacuum the entire building because everything was covered with dog hair. Mr. Pearlman was at the top of the stairs, calling to his new dog, Sniffles The Eighth. But the dog was busy licking up crumbs under Mrs. Henley's chair at the poker table, and did not respond. It looks like I'm going to have to spend some time training this dog to come when he hears his new name.

Fanny Mail: Good News From Philadelphia

Kiddies, today I received a delightful email from Marc Stevenson of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Marc writes: "Dear Grandmother Winsome, I just wanted to thank you for your excellent advice regarding online job interviews. Especially useful was the tip on what to do when screams come from your basement during an interview. Rather than panic and shut the computer off, I followed your advice. The interviewer found my actions so kind and thoughtful that I landed that job at the children's hospital. Thank you, Grandmother!"

You're welcome, Sweetie! I am tickled pink that I could help.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

I was so excited to give Mr. Pearlman his new seeing eye dog that I headed out to the Birch Street Nursing Home nearly an hour earlier than usual this morning. I immediately brought the dog up to Mr. Pearlman's room. But when we got to his door upstairs, the dog started running around the hall, sniffing at all the other doors. It took me a few moments, but once I managed to get it inside Mr. Pearlman's room, it hopped right up on his bed and went to sleep. I told him the woman at the pound said the dog's name was Tatters, but Mr. Pearlman immediately renamed him Sniffles The Eighth.

Exciting News For Mr. Pearlman

All week I have been thinking about Mr. Pearlman and how the agency wouldn't send him a new seeing eye dog. And then today I thought of a solution. I went down to the pound to get him a dog myself. But the lady there told me I was too young to adopt a pet, even after I explained the dog was for a man in his seventies.When I got back to Winsome Headquarters, I asked Grandmother for help. She immediately set aside her experiment and we were on our way to the pound. There was only one dog there that wasn't barking, so that's the one I picked. I figured he would make a good seeing eye dog, because I remember that Mr. Pearlman's other dogs didn't bark very much. Grandmother said the dog looked old enough that he would recognize trouble when he saw it and be able to alert Mr. Pearlman. I can't wait to surprise Mr. Pearlman tomorrow morning when I arrive at the Birch Street Nursing Home.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

After last week's mishap, today at the Birch Street Nursing Home I decided to try to order a new seeing eye dog for Mr. Pearlman. However, when I called the agency, the woman on the phone told me that Mr. Pearlman had exceeded his limit, and they will not be sending any more dogs to the Birch Street Nursing Home.