I think we’ve happened on a new name for Miss Rita Petita. Sandy. Ben’s suggestion, seconded by a few others. They had a game going on in the office to rename her. I was thinking of naming her Sandy B. Hahn for Sandy Beach. But, then it was pointed out to me the other dogs would make fun of her on the playground like they would a kid named Apple. So, maybe her middle name will be something like Beulah or Beatrice or even Bertha. What do you think?
Puppy adjustment continues. She chews on everything. People included. It’s always a process training a puppy, but that chewing thing defies man’s natural abilities. It’s such a base instinct. We have lots for her to be distracted by to keep her out of trouble over the next few trying months. Crossing fingers she doesn’t become enamored with my computer cords.
School’s out in three days. Having the kids make any sense at all when their brains are full of the promise of summer vacation is too much to expect. Ben was off to “The Omen” tonight—I told him how scary the first one was and his eyes grew wide. For a nearly-16-year-old, he isn’t much into being scared, but the guys, you know, want to see it, so he needs to go. I told him he could wake me up and I’d make sure the Devil wouldn’t get him when the lights go out after he gets home tonight and is scared to go to sleep. He smiled.
At least I’m still good for something!
~ Me
Published on: Jun 7, 2006
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