Five fluffy orange puppies were born in the city I grew up in last night.
One of them is ours.
We get to meet our puppy in two months. I plan to name that puppy Avery.
I found out my fluffy orange dog, Quinn, was dying on the same day I finished writing the third book of The Entangled Universe trilogy. Today I announced that the first book is out, and I found out the fluffy orange puppy I’ve been waiting for was finally born.
Brains are weird. I started listening to a mix of my music from college, and now I want to drink Dr. Pepper. I gave up pop years ago.
The young Bengals have claimed the bed. It belongs to them now.
I may or may not be counting down the days until the newborn puppy (who I haven’t even seen a picture of yet) is old enough for me to bring them home. (Spoiler: I am.)