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[enamoured]

OH PAID ACCOUNT, I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH. [clings like peaches]

In case you missed my vague Twitter updates over the past few days/aren't really into Twitter, here's what's sort of been up with me: my brother's girlfriend got a puppy, a Maltese/Yorkshire terrier mix. He's itty-bitty and adorable as all get out. Yesterday he was finally named Simon, and for reasons I still can't figure out my brother's girlfriend left him with us.

So this morning (around 4) when my brother was getting ready for work he put Simon in his kennel and Simon cried and whimpered and whined and I put in my headphones, thinking he'd go to sleep because, well, you've got to get them used to being in their carriers and all. So then at 6 (when my mom was getting ready to leave), she begs me to take Simon out or do something, because he was still crying up a storm. I finally ended up bringing him in my room and nestling him on a blanket (while Pepper glowered on her side of the bed) because I was irritated and sleepy, and eventually we all nodded off and it was good for a while.

But when I woke up both dogs woke up. Pepper had hopped down off the bed and Simon got up and started wobbling around on his little puppy legs (his legs are so short he kind of bounces when he walks sometimes), and then he squatted and peed on my comforter.

My plans of going back to sleep? Foiled.

Luckily for me, my mom came and took Simon to work with her (her job welcomes pets; they even have a facility dog named Lexi) so I didn't have to worry about any more puppy watching. I've forgotten how much work they are, especially when they're palm-sized. I ended up having to go to the bank to get cash (and pick up my new debit card, and I can't lie, I'm kind of paranoid about having it again because I am terrified I'm going to check my balance in a few days and find that I have no money again) and then I stopped at some laundromat so I could relieve my comforter of the puppy pee. When that was done I had enough time to run back home, get my work clothes, and then dart off to work (but not without stopping at Borders and picking up the book The Passage that I've been hearing so much about. Why I bought that when I have three library books out, I do not know. Also, it's about 760+ pages long oh my Lord).

And that's about it.

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[queenthesixth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pups after naptime = get thee out to the garden forthwith! When Meg and Jack were pups, once they woke up, I'd scoop them out and run out to the garden with them. Or if they went under the couch, I'd drop to my knees and peer in after them to make sure there was no stealth piddling going on. Momo used to watch me in some confusion and one day she asked me if I were saying my prayers. I think she thought I was developing some kind of religious mania.