Okay, Okay...

Time for a real post, I suppose. Sheez, aren't I allowed to have fun anymore?

Anywho, I've been working at TJ Maxx just long enough for my 45 day review, and did fairly well, considering. I just need to up my abilities. I mean, it was like getting all C's and a B... "Meets and occasionally Exceeds expectations" for an overally. Not bad.

Because I've been working so often, it's sort of become an exclusion to several other things going on in my house. For example- Kay's dog.

Now, I didn't want a dog. When we moved into the new house, dad gave away Milkshake to the guy that was helping us move. Sure, the man asked Tarrith, but at that point it was only a formality. We haven't seen her since, but according to Gram- a friend of the man- she's doing quite well, and they've changed her name.

Again.

So naturally, when Kay gets very hyped about getting a dog, Tarrith stews. I just didn't understand that she was serious, half laughing it off and half wondering why we'd get a dog when my brother wasn't allowed to keep his very well-mannered cat. I mean, a puppy can tear up a house, shred carpet, shed everywhere, etc.

At this point, it's odd... He'll walk in the house, and sit on the couch, as though the dog weren't there. Then again, Gala's not a friendly dog per se. Being half German Shephard, she's got a bit of a chip on her shoulder. Very protective, like. Not that she's bitten Tarrith- but she has snapped at me before. (That's another story, though.)

I don't know if he'll warm up to her or not. Either way, it's not long before he'll be off to Kansas City Art Insitute, and won't have to think about dog hair first thing in the morning.