Sunday, October 11, 2009
My Dear Watson
The puppy arrived yesterday. He's tiny. Right now he's ripping paper he found in the trash can. At least he's not chewing on the computer cords like he was five minutes ago. It's like having a toddler in the house. He's an adorable handful. He already knows his name It is Watson. Oops! Gotta go.
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