Thorndike!

Thorndike. It should be said with the emphasis on the "-diKE!" with a really high pitched voice.
Thorndike is the name of a doggie she fell in love with, her name is really Anne but you won't ever hear me call her that. She's as compassionate as she is beautiful. She's essential when parting or crying. She screams at the television when the Yankees are playing. And Auburn. And Georgia. She'll do shots of Jack Daniels and eat pork ass. She loves Jimmie Vaughn and he lit up when her car started. She likes the woods. She'll never admit she farted seven times. She quit smoking. She witnessed that dude light his pubes on fire with me, and she had to have been convinced that the horses would come running if I whistled with my fingers- at least for a second, after all I was on a roll with convincing and reasoning at the time. She rented scary movies with me on Halloween in a haunted house (post major hauntings) that was built in the 1830's. There's so much more...
She's fabulous, charming and her smile will hook you into fun fun stuff. But most importantly, she has a new computer and internet access NOW!