Buddy

Annabelle has a new cousin and Kramer has a new little brother. Yesterday Julie and Rob adopted a five-year-old Lhasa Apso named Buddy from the Humane Society. He's got what's called the puppy haircut, so he doesn't look like the Lhasa Apsos you see on dog shows with the hair that goes past their feet and is done up in crazy ways with pony tails and such. He's gray, short, and very, very sweet. His previous owner was a 72-year-old woman who had to have knee surgery and couldn't take care of him anymore.

While his official name is Buddy and Julie doesn't want to change it because, well, that's what his mom called him for the past five years, Julie and I will also be calling him Scrumpet, Scrumpy, and Scrumpifier. 'Cuz, well, he's quite the little scrumpified scrumpet.

Belly hasn't met him yet, but when I came home yesterday from Julie's, she didn't stop sniffing me for 5 minutes straight and then I had to push her away because one can only take so much of a dog's nose attached to one's leg.

In other news, Julia's back from Virginia, where she was collecting research for her research on Appalachian dialect. Belly and I missed her and Tucker and Callie, so we can't wait to see them.

I think I'm beginning to stress out about the approach of August, which means the start of school and no more complete freedom. I know that when the time comes, I'll be ready because I'll have had enough unstructured time, but right now I'm not ready. Erg.