Another day (and night) of wheezing from Glory. I'm not sure if it's actually wheezing or maybe choking because she almost throws up each time. But I practiced a little tough love, or maybe cheap love, and decided not to take her back to the vet until next week and pray it goes away in the interim.

I had to go back and get fingerprinted again today because they couldn't read them the last time. I asked the lady how they were going to read them this time if they couldn't before. She said that they wouldn't... they just have to take them twice in that case. I sure don't get it, but all I'm trying to do is volunteer and this has been a very long process. I'm pretty sure it's been two months since I started this, and if I hadn't been persistent, I would have fallen through the cracks. This is for the residential treatment facility for teenage girls and I'm now hoping that I'll have an assignment before Christmas. Whew... volunteering isn't for sissies!