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I'm getting another puppy! And he is mine. Well, technically he's the family's, but I'm the one who really wants him and voluteered to clean up after him and gets to name him. I don't know what to name him... Right now he's going by Patches, but our other dog is named Magic and I don't think it's fair to have one dog with a unusual name and one named Patches. He's one of the most adorable puppies in the entire world; he's a mutt, same mix as Magic. He's Magic's nephew, actually. And his brother.
Just a tad inbred, that's all.
If he turns out to be a biter we're going to have to put him down, but he seems so calm that I can't inamgine that happening -- as opposed to Magic, who loves nothing more than running around and playing all day.
I could talk about my puppies all day.
But I'm not going to.
On Thursday, after school ended, Hilary & I went back to the junior high to see our old teachers. They all treated us differently -- not worse -- but not as though we were their students anymore. We talked for a while with Madame, who I liked a lot better than this year's French teacher, and learned that technically we weren't suposed to be int the building -- last year a girl (who I went to camp with) came in and pulled a fire alarm for a joke. I imagine all the students loved it. Then we talked to the music teacher for nearly forty-five minutes. I swear she was never that nice to us when we were in her class! But it was loads of fun.
Ooh! In fifteen minutes my brother is bringing Patches home! We're borrwing him from his momma for so my great-aunt (who's having dinner with us) can meet him and all his adroable-ness.
Just a tad inbred, that's all.
If he turns out to be a biter we're going to have to put him down, but he seems so calm that I can't inamgine that happening -- as opposed to Magic, who loves nothing more than running around and playing all day.
I could talk about my puppies all day.
But I'm not going to.
On Thursday, after school ended, Hilary & I went back to the junior high to see our old teachers. They all treated us differently -- not worse -- but not as though we were their students anymore. We talked for a while with Madame, who I liked a lot better than this year's French teacher, and learned that technically we weren't suposed to be int the building -- last year a girl (who I went to camp with) came in and pulled a fire alarm for a joke. I imagine all the students loved it. Then we talked to the music teacher for nearly forty-five minutes. I swear she was never that nice to us when we were in her class! But it was loads of fun.
Ooh! In fifteen minutes my brother is bringing Patches home! We're borrwing him from his momma for so my great-aunt (who's having dinner with us) can meet him and all his adroable-ness.