Walking Watson

A couple months ago, my parents got a new little dog from the SPCA and named him Watson. He’s a really good dog: he doesn’t bark, doesn’t have accidents in the house, gets along fine with other animals. He does not, however, like to go outside for walks.
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Pack Rat

This Saturday I am moving.  I have lived in my current house for six and half years, so I have acquired a lot of stuff.  It has been quite the process sorting through all my stuff.  I am sort of a pack rat.  And by sort of I really mean I am.  I am not as bad as the people you see on the TV show Hoarders, but I do hold on to a bunch of random stuff I have no use for. Continue reading