Rubber asphalt and sneaker soles
I have big hopes for Milo. I want to register him with the AKC with their Indefinite Listing Privilege, where he'll be able to compete in some of the events, but I won't be able to show him. They have classes in San Antonio that are AKC certified that I'd like to take him to. I still want to get him in the PetSmart class, which I'll be able to do next week. I'm still trying to house train him. He knows that he's supposed to go outside, but he doesn't let himself feel guilty about going on the floor. Especially since poop makes such a fun toy!
Last night I traded my F150 in for a Ranger. [That means big truck for small truck.] My payment went down a little bit and my insurance went down a whopping $6, but I'll probably be saving $30-$40 a week on gas, so that'll be a big difference. Overall I would estimate I'll save about $150/month total. That'll cover my cable/phone/internet bill. I hope.
I'm also going to stop eating out and buying soda from the vending machine. It's $1.15 for a 20 oz. soda! That's ridiculous. Frugality will be my middle name. My last name will remain Baby. Dixie Frugality Baby. Right on.
Last night I was standing at the end of my driveway holding Milo, and a pit bull walked right past us. Pit bulls don't make me scream and run just because they're pit bulls, but I hate to think about Milo running up to that dog and that dog ripping his little throat out. Then animal control was parked across the street with a police car, and they were in that house's backyard with flashlights, but I don't know what they were looking for. I was thinking it may have been that dog. I dunno. I was being nosy, just standing in the front yard staring over there. But I know my neighbors would give me that same courtesy should something go on in my yard.
They're going to start working on the house next to me today. The people who originally bought my house and had it remodeled are doing the same next door. I'm a little jealous because they want to paint the outside a bluish-grey, but then I think about how the outside of my house matches the inside and how my little house has personality. Cha!
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I would like that! He is pretty agile, except when he loses his balance and hits his head on the wall.
He's a baby still. Jumping and leaping won't be allowed until sometime after he's a year old. (Growth plates and such).
Have a good night, Ms. Baby if you're nasty.