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August 26, 2005

Pouring over photographs. /I'm living in your letters.

One of the amusing things about staying in porch boy's childhood bedroom is getting to look at his childhood stuff. I love looking at pictures of all the kiddies when they were younger. They were so cute (still are). his sister was so cute (still is). Last night I was looking through ben’s old photoalbum and found a picture of cosmo as a puppy. I must get a puppy. It is so cute that I want to take the photo of the puppy in the sandbox. He was so small is a amazing to see how big he is now.

Last night I took cosmo the great for a walk around the block cuz I’m just that good of a dog sitter. Ha ha. I really misinterpreted his reminder for his treat as his wanting a walk. He was extremely happy with the walk though.

I only had my tennis shoes up there. I did not want to put them back on, so decided just to walk barefoot. The sidewalks are clean and cool. We go walking, stopping every so many feet to pee on things. Things are going well. I spot a potential situation coming toward us – a woman with her stroller. I’m not sure how cosmo deals with things on his walk, so I sit him in the grass. I stand between him and the approaching stroller. Turns out that it was a dog in the stroller instead of a baby! It was quite a sight. I was flustered and didn’t know what to saw when she asked if my dog wanted to saw hi. I just said no, he’s very cute. Yes, it made no sense, but neither did the scene in front of me. The real reason is that I wasn’t sure how cosmo reacts to other dogs.

We continue out walk, come upon my favorite house. This evening, it has a dog in its yard. Cosmo and the dog went crazy – lots of barking. I had to basically sit on cosmo to get him to stop. In the process, his nails scratched my feet. Not badly though.

Posted by christina at August 26, 2005 2:38 PM

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