This is Bud, a puppy that my friend Allison was puppy sitting last summer. We took him to the fair. Another thing I miss about Texas that is strangly missing in Boston: my secret puppy fix was regularly administered through random everyday encounters.
Monday, October 31, 2005
No Longer in Texas, But Still Texan
The house finally sold. We no longer have an address in Texas. YEEHAW! God, that is a huge weight off my shoulders. When the dogs are crazy and need exercise but it's too cold to leave the house, I miss Texas. When Bostonians are rude and talk funny in such a way that I misunderstand and make social blunders, I miss Texas. When it costs over $10 for a freakin' movie ticket, I miss Texas. When I bruise myself tripping over a dog and ramming into a piece of furniture because our overpriced apartment is way too small, I miss Texas. When I want to hang out with my old friends and family, I miss Texas. AT ALL OTHER TIMES I am really happy to be out of that crazy state!
This is Bud, a puppy that my friend Allison was puppy sitting last summer. We took him to the fair. Another thing I miss about Texas that is strangly missing in Boston: my secret puppy fix was regularly administered through random everyday encounters.
This is Bud, a puppy that my friend Allison was puppy sitting last summer. We took him to the fair. Another thing I miss about Texas that is strangly missing in Boston: my secret puppy fix was regularly administered through random everyday encounters.
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