Puppy fever
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005
And I’m back.
I know you all missed me terribly on my long weekend away from blogging - you can blame my ridiculously busy days at work last Friday and yesterday for my absence. But, now I’m back, so you can dry your tears.
For the past couple of months, all I can think about are puppies. I have become obsessed with dogs - I stare at them on the street, smiling when they do something adorable… like pull on the leash. I stalk PetFinder, and dream of rescuing a puppy. I keep trying to buy dog toys and dishes and leashes whenever I see them, justifying the purchases by claiming that I’m going to give them to someone with a dog.
I have puppy fever.
I’m obsessed with Bailey, my god-dog (I bribed Nicole into naming me godmother by buying Bailey toys and clothes):

I stalk Alexis’ Mimosa, oohing and ahhing over the pictures she posts on her site:

And I miss my boy Ace, at home in California:

Sigh. I need to move to an apartment that allows dogs.
And I’m back.
I know you all missed me terribly on my long weekend away from blogging - you can blame my ridiculously busy days at work last Friday and yesterday for my absence. But, now I’m back, so you can dry your tears.
For the past couple of months, all I can think about are puppies. I have become obsessed with dogs - I stare at them on the street, smiling when they do something adorable… like pull on the leash. I stalk PetFinder, and dream of rescuing a puppy. I keep trying to buy dog toys and dishes and leashes whenever I see them, justifying the purchases by claiming that I’m going to give them to someone with a dog.
I have puppy fever.
I’m obsessed with Bailey, my god-dog (I bribed Nicole into naming me godmother by buying Bailey toys and clothes):

I stalk Alexis’ Mimosa, oohing and ahhing over the pictures she posts on her site:

And I miss my boy Ace, at home in California:

Sigh. I need to move to an apartment that allows dogs.




