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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
New Dog, New Blog
I've been away from this blog for a long time. Longer than I really want to ever repeat. Without going into reasons, I want to say that I feel like it's time to start back up again. Here are some things I've done between now and the last post-- written over a year ago.
1. Graduated College with English degree
2. Studied Abroad in England
3. Got a new dog.
4. Went to an Indigo Girls Concert
5. Looked for a job-- oh wait...still looking.
I should probably post about the first two in greater detail-- I probably will later-- but I really like my dog a lot.
His name is Edison, the family calls him Eddie and I call him Mr. McFreddison. He likes to flop around a lot, talk to the other dog through the fence, and go on walks. He's not very good at running and picking something up in his mouth quickly-- usually he ends up doing a somersault over the ball because he over-estimates just where it is. He's like that lanky kid whose limbs grew more quickly than his torso. But he's really cute, mellow, pretty obedient, and all things considered, is a great puppy.
I love him because he doesn't care what I look like or smell like or what I wear. He just likes to please. That's a really relieving reversal. But, so new to this world, he makes me look at things in an entirely different way. How would a puppy see the world? Would we too bark at ice-cubes?
Anyway, I'm the old dog here, but Im'a teach myself some new tricks. So stay tuned.
1. Graduated College with English degree
2. Studied Abroad in England
3. Got a new dog.
4. Went to an Indigo Girls Concert
5. Looked for a job-- oh wait...still looking.
I should probably post about the first two in greater detail-- I probably will later-- but I really like my dog a lot.
His name is Edison, the family calls him Eddie and I call him Mr. McFreddison. He likes to flop around a lot, talk to the other dog through the fence, and go on walks. He's not very good at running and picking something up in his mouth quickly-- usually he ends up doing a somersault over the ball because he over-estimates just where it is. He's like that lanky kid whose limbs grew more quickly than his torso. But he's really cute, mellow, pretty obedient, and all things considered, is a great puppy.
I love him because he doesn't care what I look like or smell like or what I wear. He just likes to please. That's a really relieving reversal. But, so new to this world, he makes me look at things in an entirely different way. How would a puppy see the world? Would we too bark at ice-cubes?
Anyway, I'm the old dog here, but Im'a teach myself some new tricks. So stay tuned.
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