Sunday

I say this every Sunday but I'll say it again.
I love Sundays.

It's like.. no matter how sad, lonely, or awful I feel, it all goes away when I get to church. It seems like the message for that Sunday is always fit perfectly to what I really need to hear or learn. When I need to meet someone new, talk to someone, I do. It's perfect. It makes me perfectly happy.
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On another note! The puppy is back home. He stayed at the hospital overnight to get re hydrated, and they wanted to make sure he could eat and go to the bathroom on his own before they let him come back. Turns out it was just an upset tummy. He ate something not intended for doggy consumption!

Speaking of pets, I'm taking my dog in to the vet tomorrow. She's getting her teeth cleaned, and it's loooong overdue. Stinky breath dog.

Anyhow. I'm sitting here listening to The Singles Ward soundtrack, getting ready to check out my online classes since school starts tomorrow. And getting ready to send e-mails to the teachers whose classes I'm waitlisted on. I need in, suckas!


(PS I'm sorry for being suckish at visiting your blogs. I promise to get back on it tomorrow!)

Saturday

I realized that my last blog post was titled Wednesday and I posted it on Friday.
I'm stupid.

That's not the point of this.
Our puppy is sick. I woke up this morning and walked to the living room to see him lying down shivering, and my dad said he's sick.. and he thinks he might have Parvo.
He's at the vet now and I'm just waiting for news...
So I wanted to ask you guys to pray. Is it weird to ask you to pray for my puppy? I don't think it is. He's the liveliest little monster you could ever imagine. And it hurt to see him looking so pathetic this morning when usually he would have jumped on me as soon as he saw me.

Puppy Update

So, I was asked to post more pictures of the puppy. He has grown a lot! He still loves to romp around constantly and attack your legs. His favorite chew toy is human flesh, and aluminum cans. Maybe he's part goat?

New Puppy

We got a new golden retriever puppy. Isn't he adorable?

His name is Gunther. He likes to bite toesies, feet... ankles, pants, hands, fingers, arms, shirts, towels, trash, blankets, toys, books, cell phones. Well, you get the point. His favorite thing to do is chase you, and that mother fluffer is fast. He sleeps for about 30 minutes a day, and the rest of the time is spent trying to find someone who will play with him.

And he confuses my green carpet for grass.. little stinker.