the tomboy poodle, who we thought would forever delegate all responsibility and seriousness of life to her soulmate Molly, finally grew up. Emma is doing great and never wants to leave the puppies sides (unless the doorbell rings, i guess some things are just too instinctive). one girl, three boys. a fitting ratio.
my previous blog from London came out College (Post Grad), so apparently i'm getting either more brilliant or more obtuse. or maybe its just the fact that my posts here are short and seldom . . . like an old wise man on whose words everyone hangs.
or maybe it just randomly chooses a level to play with peoples' minds.
After living in London for a year, I'm adjusting to a life full of American accents and un-scheduled tea breaks. Now I've joined the cubicle life, working for the State of California.