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There's this dog that has been hanging around my house for the past week or so. He's eating our dogs' and cats' food and sleeping either on the doorstep or the back porch if he can get in the backyard, and squeaking to come in the house whenever he sees anyone through the glass doors. He follows me to school and gets in front of cars, though he usually stops at the church parking lot. Tonight he followed me all the way to Sid at my bike's top speed, dodging several admirers on the way whom he seemed to fear, to keep up with me. He stayed at the front door of Sid for awhile, then apparently went back to my house, because when mama and Roger and Debbie walked to Sid, he follwoed them all the way. He was curled up in front of the door when I got back. He's a nice-looking little mutt, maybe a Jack Russel mix of some kind, about half the size of prince with a brindle face and white back end, upright ears and short tail. I have no idea where he came from, but he seems to think we're his, and has for awhile. We're putting a Found Dog ad in the little local paper; hopefully someone will recognize him, because I hate to think he was dumped out here.

Another night, ( another thrill )

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Little dude scratched at the door for ten minutes, and it's awfully cold outside, so I just let him onto the back porch through the house and gave him a few towels. He walks like his joints are sore.

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Little dog slept inside at the foot of mama's bed, and went right out with the big dogs as she left this morning. Hmm.

Lesson mixup, but productive lesson. Sean is cool.

Dan has strep throat. Urgh. I completely forgot the Beethoven concert was tonight. Anyone remember the call?