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|Frisket the Dragon Slayer|
This last weekend, my sister got a call from our aunt in Kansas City. One of her coworkers had recently moved and couldn't keep his dog. It's a crying shame, and part of the reason I'm against Home Owners Associations (HOA). They're blaming a size and breed instead of factors that are beyond the dog's control (abusive, negelctful owners, perhaps?). This dog is half of what my sister has always wanted in a dog: English Bull Dog. The other half is a Beagle, and he's now my sister's little man.
We have a kennel out on the side of the house from when we had two other dogs a few years back (may they rest in peace), where he's been spending his days, and he sleeps in my sister's room. Sadly, it's been super hot this week, so Oliver (That's his name) has spent mornings in the kennel and afternoons in his crate. He gets three walks a day, one of which is with Frisket, and can do one trick: Sit.
|He'll learn to swim if we let him|
It was the funniest thing on Saturday, though. My sister and I went to the pet store to get some toys for Oliver, one of which was a dragon. When we came home, she showed it to mom, who squeaked it, and Frisket went NUTS. We are talking fifty shades of cray cray here, and he was so bummed when he couldn't play with the dragon. After church on Sunday, I bought him his own dragon, which he's been shredding ever since. The squeaker didn't last the evening, and I've been the favorite person ever since.
|The boy likes his squeaky toys.|
Anyway, time to get to bed. Be sure to check out my latest reviews on Blogger Girl and Fifty Ways to Leave Your Husband, both written by writer friends of mine. They're so good!