|Barked: Mon May 27, '13 7:11pm PST |
|Mom has been working super hard on something called EBay to sell our Grandpa Norbert in heaven's Hot Wheels collection to pay for replacing the blown engine of our Honda. I don't know exactly what EBay and Hot Wheels are, but Mom has the office filled with boxes that smell of things old and far away and she keeps pulling out all these little shiny things and mumbling stuff before sticking her head into the computer. Combined with all the neat smells that come from the papers her students give her, the office is a smell smorgasbord.
It looks like foster BRAT Ivee will be staying here for good. Mom says Ivee has too many issues that would make it difficult for her find a good home, even through BRAT.
Last week, in the middle of all this EBay, blown up Honda, and grading student papers stuff, Mom drove up to San Bernardino in her borrowed car to pull a new BRAT from the shelter there. He's a tri boy who Mom calls Milo, and Taj and I are having a lot of fun with him. Ivee's half-fascinated and half-disgusted with him. Huh, girl senjis, can't figure them out, you know? Anyway, one thing I don't get about Milo is he likes to run away. Mom had to run down the street barefoot in her nightshirt twice this week to catch Milo. The second time when he escaped, I alerted Mom so she could catch Milo quickly. Even though Mom's blocked off the problem spot in the fence securely now, none of us are allowed outside unless Mom is there. Gee, thanks, Milo. ***tssk***
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