Adventures in Dogsitting
Tuesday, 9 May 2006 18:53![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Okay, there really aren't any adventures. But it sounded snappy and clever right?
It's a little odd with it being first week back, first week of summer classes, and house/dog sitting for my grandparents. So it's like having a whole new life (sorta) for a week.
I do kind of miss my own bed, and my own dogs. But the bed is nice here and the dog is too. Although my grandparents' dog isn't as friendly as mine. She's a nice dog, and has lots of personality. She just isn't the kind of dog that'll wake you up with a cold nose in the morning by sitting right on top of you and giving you the "I know that you'd really rather feed me and walk me and play with me than sleep" look.
The kind of dog which is slightly psychotic when *anybody* tries to touch his humans. And by his humans, he means anyone who's holding him or offering him food.
Also, my grandparents computer has lots and lots of old, old documents saved from back in the 1998-2001 era. Including, *gulp*, old fanfiction which I typed on their computer the nights I stayed over at their house. Wow. And pictures of my old high school boyfriend who I now look at and go: "GEE-YAH! *This* was the guy who threw me into vicious depression and made me swoon for most of high school even *after* he broke up with me?
Memory Lane ain't always pretty.
It's a little odd with it being first week back, first week of summer classes, and house/dog sitting for my grandparents. So it's like having a whole new life (sorta) for a week.
I do kind of miss my own bed, and my own dogs. But the bed is nice here and the dog is too. Although my grandparents' dog isn't as friendly as mine. She's a nice dog, and has lots of personality. She just isn't the kind of dog that'll wake you up with a cold nose in the morning by sitting right on top of you and giving you the "I know that you'd really rather feed me and walk me and play with me than sleep" look.
The kind of dog which is slightly psychotic when *anybody* tries to touch his humans. And by his humans, he means anyone who's holding him or offering him food.
Also, my grandparents computer has lots and lots of old, old documents saved from back in the 1998-2001 era. Including, *gulp*, old fanfiction which I typed on their computer the nights I stayed over at their house. Wow. And pictures of my old high school boyfriend who I now look at and go: "GEE-YAH! *This* was the guy who threw me into vicious depression and made me swoon for most of high school even *after* he broke up with me?
Memory Lane ain't always pretty.
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Date: 10 May 2006 03:42 (UTC)One picture features him wearing sandals with socks.
Shame burns. Also, has an unlimited shelf life. I'd hate to ever run into the guy again, because I'd probably accidentally blurt out, "Wow, you're a lot uglier than I remember you being! I'm really glad we broke up and didn't make any babies that looked like you."
I'd say I'm curious as to where he is now, but I'm still wallowing in a deep, dark pool of "what the *fuck* was I thinking. Somebody go back in time and kill 16-year-old me. Really, it's for my own good!"
- Meg