We went up to Bat Cave to see my friend D, whose little eeny dog Cookie Bob had 5 puppies about 5 weeks ago. I was all prepared for hideous mutant puppies, since Cookie is a yorkie poo and dad is, as far as we know, a dachshund, and I'm not keen on small dogs, but actually they're amazingly cute and friendly and all, you know, puppy-ish. Puppalicious. They make little eeping noises and they wiggle. It's like being mauled by cuteness.
D still has no power and there were branches down all over 74 across Hickory Nut Gap and the wind is still howling madly. I'm glad I don't live up there but then we got lucky here and just had the power flicker a little last night. Then this morning we though M had missed the bus and so I took him to school with all the good humor that entails which is to say, not much, and yelled at him and all and then dropped him crankily off and tore off to start my day listening to loud rock music in the car which is why I felt rather guilty about an hour later when he finally got through to me to tell me that there was a 2 hour delay. Damn. I didn't even think to check.
Gods! Where is the fucking mouse now? What if it goes insane and creeps around doing horrible mouse things all night? Ack, mice! Help!
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o gawd. I think I want one.
In 3 weeks they're up for adoption. . .
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