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It was so nice seeing Max interact with my parents’ dog Emma. I thought for the first half of the visit that he was really loving her, but her constant licking eventually starting bugging him. I had to reassure him that if we got a dachshund, she wouldn’t be retarded like Emma.

Of course, we are living in an apartment in the city and though it is a gated property, a dog could easily slip under the gate. It’s not optimum for a dog, especially one prone to barking (though I would like to get back at my noisy neighbours.)

We’ll have to wait for now.

I noticed my clothes getting tighter and then I stopped and realized that I had been indulging almost every day or every other day at Specialty’s Bakery, eating an egg and cheese croissant on my mid-morning break. It is probably a 600 calorie snack. At my previous job, I would have walked off those calories, but at my new one I sit in an office chair for 8 hours.

Anyway, I’ve given up the egg sandwich, but it was sure good while it lasted.

The last weekend of August, and all throughout September I will be taking on shifts at my old job (retail) to help out with their big birthday sale and to make an extra $500. I’m hoping that me and my man can afford to take a trip to San Francisco either for Christmas or for a weekend get-away.