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Bad Dog Blues


I'm blue. I miss my doggy. The more I miss him, the more A. is convinced we did the right thing. I feel like a terrible person. He's back on the Berkeley Humane Society Web site, and I actually posted an anonymous craigslist ad describing him and pointing potential owners to the site. A. has no idea I'm stalking the dog.

Why am I being such a baby about this?

My friend AB actually went to the Build-a-Bear workshop and stuffed a bunny for me. And I can't let go of it. I'm that desperate for something fuzzy (and my husband just isn't cutting it right now).





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