So I just came from my parents house, where some family friends came from Calgary. My (quasi-)cousin Angel was there. She's now 14 years old. She used to be babysat by my Lola when she was three.
Hobbes used to always tackle her. She's now a dee-laa-gaa.
And to top it off, the animal shelter sent my parents a "memorial letter" of Hobbes recently.
Oh yeah, and a family friend just had a cute baby, and we were all holding her. If Hobbes was alive? Utter jealousy and would end up breaking/ripping something in our house to show her anger.
I miss my doggy.
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Water Festival time tomorrow...otherwise known as easy overtime. Yee-uh
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