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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : The Walking Dead"
The Walking Dead
I am so tired, still running on fumes. Stan's been up every few hours at night to potty train Lucifer Sam. We're still keeping him and Plato separated. Plato seems very sad about this and we have to tell him over and over that we love him so much (meanwhile we put him in his crate and let the little puppy run freely). I can't seem to get any work done...my mind seems fragmented. Nonetheless, this is still the best March I've had and haven't felt that typical spring blues that start to affect me around this time. I think that things are finally going well for us...something has changed. And even Hieronymus's death, although so sad, was so quick that none of us were left suffering.
Needless to say, not many dreams lately.
Isn't it a little strange for a nine and a half week old puppy to start humping feet already? I'm afraid I have a sexually precocious youngster on my hands. He's a heartbreaker, allright.
I wonder if I'll ever sleep again.