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More than anything else I want my dog; yet she is the one thing in this world that I cannot have.

This is very hard.

Numbered Wednesday

1) Note to self: Do not, in the future, drink an entire bottle of white wine and stay up past two in the morning. Oops.

2) It is still grey and dreary. WHEN IS THE SUN GOING TO COME OUT?

3) The Christmas wreath for the front door arrived yesterday! It looks great.

4) Still reading Northwest Passage and am about halfway through. My god, it is a long book.

5) It's only the tenth, and yet somehow it feels as though it should already be much later in the month. I keep thinking Christmas Eve is next week. What the hell, brain?

Now that's five things. Bah, humbug. :D

Wednesday Afternoon

Much better this afternoon after getting out and running some errands, one of which was going by PetsMart and buying a new food and water dish for WHOEVER joins us. Whomever? Eh. Anyway, I found myself petting a sweet and friendly young dog who slobbered all over my boots and seemed to have the head of a MASTIFF grafted onto a slender Black Lab body. You guys, this pup's head was MASSIVE. You could've plowed a field with this dog's head! Cleared brush! Pounded nails! (Actually, Hammer would have been a good name for this dog.) The owner said he was six months old and weighed 58 pounds, and I thought (but didn't say) that it must have been all in his head. Hopefully he will get some ... proportions as he grows, but right now, as Blackmare said, he's Frankenpuppy. :D

Then! Running my other errands, I saw what looked like a cross between a Golden Retriever and an Irish setter, a beautiful brown Siberian Husky, and a yellow Lab. SIGNS. PORTENTS. HINTS AND ALLEGATIONS.