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I have yet another dog...only this one's the heeler I've always wanted. That doesn't mean I'm going to get my butt any less kicked, though Sydney and I came up with an elaborate story that just might appeal enough to my mother's bleeding animal-lover heart that she'll let me keep it and take care of grandma.
His name's Elvis, and he's quick as a little pistol already. Such a smartie...I'm in love.
Sydney and I went to Hagerman so she could see Michael (Dusty's friend that I absolutely adore) and there were a bunch of other guys there and they all had horses at this indoor arena. I ended up hijacking this old-as-dirt paint to doodle around on while Sydney and Michael were talking about whatever, then this absolutely gorgeous boy named Trevor (who had the heeler puppies) hops off this equally gorgeous palomino he's turning into a rope horse and tells me to climb on and put him through his paces. Both of them were dolls, but Trevor has a girlfriend and somehow every one of them knew Dusty has "staked a claim" on me, so they put it. I guess that's a good thing, especially since he's having a little freakout about this "thing" we have and doesn't know what he wants yet.
But at least I get to hang out with sweet, attractive cowboys and I got a good dog out of the deal.
Now to make sure I don't get skinned alive...