I'm going to try blogging again.
In the last month I:
- started a new job
- got my puppy's balls snipped off
- took the puppy to the vet again two weeks later after he got bitten on the ear by some dork dog in the park
- shacked up
- still volunteering quite a bit tutoring the great kids in a so-called bad neighbourhood and doing lots of ESL stuff with the mamas over there, who are such amazing ladies (haven't written about that yet, but I've been doing it for a year and a half now)
Things are good, but busy. How are you?
Anyway, that cute little puppy I got at the end of March is now SIXTY POUNDS. His name might officially be Atticus Finch, but more often he is called:
Lloyd Doggler (you know, like Lloyd Dobbler in Say Anything)
Monkler the Funkler
Monkler Funkler Bunkler
Boy Yo Yo
Prince of Dogness (because he's black, and occasionally Satanic)
The list goes on and on and on. It's ridiculous and will most assuredly get worse. Exhibit A: the other day, I was out in the park and he was running around and being cute and I called out to him: "Come on, Baby Bo-ooyy!!"
I looked around furtively and was grateful to discover that I was alone and no one within earshot. If there had been I would have given notice on my house and moved to another town.