Sweet Puppy Face Tuesday. Girlchild is craving a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, a "little sister" to Dudley. It'll have to keep until she finishes grad school and is working a normal job with less insane hours, which won't be for a few years. By then Dudley will be a settled, mature dog and a puppy would give him a shot of youth again, like Dudley did for Murphy. Me, I think after I'm moved and settled in, a Boston puppy may be in the cards.
Yesterday my daughter's high school friend M brought her new Boxer-Lab mix puppy to play with the boys, and a good time was had by all. I was at the office so I had to hear about the fun secondhand- she'll have to bring her over on Sunday when I'm here one of these days. M is back from the Pacific Northwest - I didn't hear what brought her back to FL, but I did hear that she's already regretting it, because the jobs don't pay half of what she was earning there. It's so funny to think of my daughter and her friends as young women, I know they are, obviously, but thinking of them as peers, bitching about the job market, strikes me as funny and makes me feel old at the same time.