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apocalypsosAll watching the Westminster dog show does is make me want a dog. And that commercial where David Duchovny says, "This dog's family moved into an apartment that doesn't take dogs," about this poor baby in some shelter and I have to restrain myself from driving to the nearest shelter to look for him. "Is he there? Can I take him home? He looks so sad in the commercial! *wibbles*" Granted, I can't have a dog in my apartment either, but ... but ... waaaaaant.
I keep missing the beagle who everybody says is the favorite. I love beagles. My uncle and grandpa had beagles, and they were always sweethearts.
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It's supposed to snow this afternoon and tonight, something like six inches. There are already a few flakes falling from the sky. I wish it'd hurry up. I don't have anywhere to go (or at least I don't until I run out of soda) so I'm like, "YAY SNOW!"
Also, I am a terrible daughter because I completely forgot to show this to my mom. HEE.
I keep missing the beagle who everybody says is the favorite. I love beagles. My uncle and grandpa had beagles, and they were always sweethearts.
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It's supposed to snow this afternoon and tonight, something like six inches. There are already a few flakes falling from the sky. I wish it'd hurry up. I don't have anywhere to go (or at least I don't until I run out of soda) so I'm like, "YAY SNOW!"
Also, I am a terrible daughter because I completely forgot to show this to my mom. HEE.
