I gave her a new name: Papaya. She looks at me curiously whenever I say it. I call her “Papa” for short. She also doesn’t mind “Foxy Lady.” (When she's getting a belly rub, her face looks pointy, like a fox.)Last night, Joe and Sarah came over for ice cream. Papaya lounged around and farted. It seems she feels perfectly at home.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m adopting her. Come by and meet her!
3 comments:
Hey there! It's good to hear from you. I'm glad to find your blog too and glad to see you're keeping up with writing.
I really liked your tennis story. Did anything happen with it?
Congrats to both you and Miss farty Papaya. :D
Yay for love, puppy cuddles, and adoptions!
Congratulations Naomi! Papaya is one lucky dog!
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