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Stanley is learning to be aloof. It breaks a young mother’s heart. Stay tuned tomorrow when I break some fantastic news. I can’t spill now, because that would ruin all the suspense now wouldn’t it.
Yay! The little dude has a name. We FINALLY decided on Stanley. It only took us a week and a half.
Back at work. I’m sorry that I wrote that doom and gloom post and then just left everyone hanging. I got really sick over the holiday, bwa bwa). Things are fine for now. We haven’t talked to our manager lately, but the owner did see Lars with the little dude on Christmas day and she [...]
Our landlord met the puppy today and informed me that “the owner doesn’t want dogs in the building.” Even though other people in the building have small dogs; even though the building allows babies…and one particular baby (the owners illegit grandchild) screeches all night long and most of all…even though the assholes that have kept [...]
…and the whole evening ended just like this. The little dude and his “busy bee” (which is actually a pelican) tuckered right out, his bat ears a’ flyin’.
My brother artistically filming me while I’m filming him, while he’s filming me, while I’m filling him and so on…and so on.
The little dude’s first snow-fall. (My brother’s as well. I’d say that our snow dance at the Joseph Smith sphynx paid off).