so she's cute, right? i've named her trixie belden because she's spunky. trixie belden was, of course, the poor nancy drew, or at the very least, the middle class nancy drew. her parents weren't as rich as nancy's dad, her friends weren't as classy, the boys in her life weren't as debonair as ned, but trixie had spunk. she was sassy. trixie belden the dog is sassy. she tussles with the bean, prances on our walks, gives as good as she gets. it's pretty sad, then, that she isn't going to stay with us. as cute as she is, as sassy as she is, as adorable as she is…three dogs will push my world to the edge. so sam will take trixie to the tundra when her visit with melina is through. sam volunteers at the world's best animal shelter (they take in animals from kill shelters, for goodness sake!) and trixie will stay there until she finds a permanent home. it makes me so sad, though, that in her young life (10 weeks, give or take), trixie is already on, at least, home number 3. at least at brian's house and at my house she's been well loved.
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it turns out that zoe and the bean aren't the a$$holes i feared they were. saturday we drove out to the dog park with brian, his three pups and his 2-year-old. i was weary. would the dogs act like jerks off leash and off road? would they try to kill brian's dogs? Would they bully the little boy? Happily, no and no. they were wonderful. Zoe and the bean frolicked through meadows and trails. They swam in the ponds. They played happily. it was a lovely morning. Little baby boy is at the age when all girls, apparently, are 'mommy.' He picked flowers for me as he rode in his wagon. He would say 'mommy' as he handed them to me. I would say 'lynda.' He would smile and say 'mommy.' I'd take the flowers and say 'lynda.' It went on this way for quite some time. alas, it went on for so long that eventually i gave up.
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it's a season of break ups.
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