Tuesday, May 13, 2003 I meet with things new born
The mate's friend had her baby last week, the day before we were reasonably able to get to upstate New York to see the birthin'. Luckily, she and her mate are hippies, and saved the placenta, and the birthin' tub, so even though the baby seemed to be a fine specimen of babyhood and had his own appeal, the whole process stil seems gross and weird, and I am scared straight on the topic of having children once again. I wasn'titching for kids before, you understand, but this just reinforced it: not for a loooong freakin' time.
The visit did make me really want a dog though, because the hippies had three of them. Two of them were dalmations, which made it much, much funnier when they fought and chewed one another. Spotted dogs! What a country!
I'd heard all kinds of hype about how bad dalmations are, but these dogs seemed generally doggy and good to me.
Unfortunately, a life of irresponsibility and living in the car seems like a terrible thing to subject a doggy to, so we're just going to have to find a free house in a warm climate.
posted by Frenz | 5/13/2003 03:42:00 PM
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