talk about it somewhere only we know.
ASHLEY, COMMANDING OFFICER.
...is in Columbia. Feels good to be home. I'm just so sad that I have to leave almost as soon as I got here. I would probably stay a little longer if it weren't for Zero being a bad dragon...I'll get more into that later.
I got to see Colin, and my has he grown! Not quite a teenager yet but he's making steady progress. Sarah is shrinking and Colin is expanding. He's getting quite the personality and is finding his voice. It's so strange how fast babies grow. It's like one minute they're tiny little babies and the next...they are grown. Sarah is a wonderful mother and Colin is so happy when he's in her arms. I know it's going to be so hard for her to go back to work tomorrow, but if anyone can do it, she can.
I'm going to have breakfast with the McClanahan's before I leave which will be nice since I haven't been able to see Ryan at all this weekend. Sarah, Ms. Linda, Colin and I had a nice day out on the town yesterday. We went to Panera and had some soup and then to Cupcake and over indulged. NOT good for my dieting attempt but really GOOD for my sweet tooth.
Ms. Linda and I went to Wild Wing last night for some wings, of course and had a good ol' time. Again, not good for my diet.
Still missing my Tomato a lot. So lucky to have him in my life.
Anyway, here's a picture of the little man in action this weekend. I've fell in love with toothless grins.
TOMATO, THE HUBS.
...is now a Jedi. He lives amongst the sand people in 29 Palms. I'm convinced the Marines are training him to use the force.
Whatever, I hope the force is with him.
ZERO, THE DRAGON.
...has been a BAD BAD dragon. Apparently he tried to "mount" another dog's head during group play yesterday and she bit him leaving a gash on his dirty little head. I started freaking out because the kennel called Sarah when they couldn't get ahold of me. When I put two and two together and realized the the "910" number was coming out of Eastern North Carolina I started freaking out because I thought Zero was in mortal peril. It turns out the little punk got what he deserved. It didn't stop me from having a minor crying spell because all the anxiety of thinking something happened to him came crashing down. Anyway, apparently he has a small gash above his eye about the size of the end of a pen. The other dog is fine, and he is still welcome at the kennel.
Guess who's losing his balls this summer? Oh yeah.
Song of the Day
Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
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