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I've been rather consumed with trying to find The Perfect Name for my dog, which is much harder than I thought. I think, if the pooch had been a girl, I'd already be in possession of a lovely unique name, but alas, I've decided to have a man around the house. I still have to go shopping for all the things he'll need, which should be fun and expensive; at least my choir director donated a crate to the cause -- a holdover from their dog days. surprisingly, it'll be too small for him after he grows some -- Moose/Ruffles/Baylor/Tristan/Duke/Barkle
I did get to see him again today, and realized that a) he's not a Murphy or a Bailey. He's more of a Butkus, but that name is already taken by my cousin's big lab. And Urlacher is too difficult to yell out; b) whatever name I choose, it's going to be a chore to teach him to recognize his name, so we're going to be going to obedience training right away. He's a bunch of fun, and I have a movie and some pictures of him that I took when I saw him today, which I'll put up sometime later.
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I had a pretty decent time on the 4th; better than I expected, actually. I slept most of the morning, mixed with watching some Wimbledon tennis, and then headed out to my choir picnic. Julia lives in downtown Wheaton, within walking distance to the fairgrounds, so we gathered there for the bbq, and I gushed about my new addition. It did net me the aforementioned crate, which is a good thing.
The fireworks were amazing, too -- they lasted 45 minutes or so, which I'm thinking is unusually long. It seemed that way to most of us, anyway. We walked down to the train tracks, and sat on the grass beside the tracks. Unfortunately, the tracks were between us and the firework ground zero; and life being what it was, a train came through and decided to park there for most of the show; we missed some of the ground-level waterfalls, but that was only a small portion of the show. Most of the display was high in the sky, and we had an unobstructed view. Lovely.
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I saw Lilo and Stitch today after dog-visiting; I swear I cried through almost the entire thing. Not that the movie was bad, but whatever happened to funny Disney movies? Or less heart-string-tugger ones.