Well well well, there was I enjoying being a humble Janitor just minding my own business, sweeping around the store, using a machine that goes "BEEP" and counting tins of beans on a shelf like Rainman "37, yes 37, 37 tins of beans, yes 37" when out of the blue i get a promotion to "Bakery and Chicken ovens". The job is alot more physical which i prefer but i now have my instore phone taken off me and the title "Janitor" removed. I used to feel like a member of the Mafia with the title "The Janitor" sounded like the guy that cleaned up the bodies after a hitman, when i used to answer my phone instore i'd answer it in a clint eastwood type voice "The Janitor" sounded so cool now my name can either be "Bake-Chick" or "Chick-Bake" which neither are cool the first sounds like a barbie girl who makes bread and the second sounds like some sort of chicken coating. So must come up with a cool name for the position LOL.
After months of looking for a new dog i finally found one at a dogs shelter that was in the back of beyond with a place name i can't pronounce due to it being typically welsh and having to drench everyone in dribble when you say its name "Foelgastell" or "Cefineithin" it was in between those 2 villages, at least it wasn't at that train station that everyone knows "Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch" which means "The church of St. Mary in the hollow of white hazel trees near the rapid whirlpool by St. Tysilio's of the red cave". So you'll pleased to know that the dog i chose was called "LLogachwinpochtaligwynchariaddarbimddinhelenllinosgagagagagachoochooblurspotingdip" which translated is "Quiz" but being as i got writers cramp filling out the vets form her name is now "Petra" and settled in straight away, i will add a picture here once she will sit long enough in front of the pin hole camera i have, state of the art in my house LOL.