Isn’t 11 enough? Really! She could have just stopped with me. Then she had to go get that silly little golden girl Levi. And when I finally have her trained the way I want her…. She tells me we are sending her away. YAY!!!!! But wait. Apparently there is a catch to this plan. It means we are getting a baby puppy. When I heard this I was so mad I ate corn cobs (but that’s a whole other story, I don’t recommend it). He is a male golden/lab cross and his name begins with “O”. I bet it’s something stupid like Onomonopeia! I have to meet him on Sunday and then at least I get three more weeks of relative peace. Sigh…. Anyone have any steak I can drown my sorrows in? (Don’t tell Mom, I’m only supposed to be eating rice)Thirteen. Some people say it’s a lucky number….we’ll see about that!
-Rembrandt
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