Monday, May 24, 2004
I have a puppy. He's Ben's puppy, too. And actually, he's not so much a puppy. He's a two year old big dog, and I like to cuddle with him. He follows me around the house and we dance together. When I leave to go do my laundry or move things around in the basement, he whines and waits at the door for me to get back. His name is Snow, and I love love love him. He protects me. He went to Cincinnati with us last night, and today he went with me to a Mary Kay meeting. My constant companion.
Today we walked all around town and everyone told him what a good, pretty dog he is. He already knows it, though. He likes to pose for the camera, and I have taken 32948203948 pictures of him and Ben. They're my boys.
Last night Ben, Snow and I went to downtown Cinci ("Cincinasty", according to Krysten) to pick Chad up at the train station at 3:30 in the morning. We stopped at Waffle House on the way back - always a good time. Althought seven hours later, it's making me a little sick to my stomach.
Off to class. Maybe.
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