Well, just got back a while ago from somewhere in Doonside, with a brand new Labrador Puppy. It's been nearly 13 weeks since MJ died, and my folks said it's about time we got a new dog, and as such, we now have LeBron. I called him that 'cause he wasn't really a Golden Retriever, so I felt he was more bronze than gold. And since the US team only took bronze in Athens, I decided to name him Bron.
Getting a new dog kinda scares me though. I mean, he's so cool and everything, it's just that for nearly 13 weeks, I've pretty much gotten accustomed to not having a dog, and not having to deal with the responsibilities of having one. Well, now that we've got LeBron, I have to readjust again, and frankly, part of me doesn't want to, not for now at least.
In any case, LeBron's here, and I've just gotta deal with it, right? I mean, I've always said I wanted a Labrador puppy, and now I've got one. Just never realised getting a pet was such a big deal. Oh well, bet this uncertainty fluctuates over the next couple of days, as usual. Well, I've got a driving lesson pretty early (7-8AM, in the freakin' holidays...altogether now:) tomorrow, so I've gotta get some sleep. Anyways, later days!
- marty..
EDIT: My brother came home at around 1AM last night, and in his infinite wisdom, wanted to rename the dog Carmelo. Bron, in retaliation, proceeded to shit all over his room, and the computer room. We decided to stick with the name Bron.
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