Have spent all morning fighting with my mail server. Finally it works again.

Fitz’s newest occupation is to take one of my shoes up on the couch and devour it. His grown-up teeth are just coming in.

Kettricken, on the other hand, is much more well-behaved than I remember her being. I’m not sure, though, whether it’s that or whether her spirit has been lost. Along with being a lot more well-behaved, she’s also a lot more disinterested in just about everything she used to be interested in. And she is now really vicious toward other dogs (except Fitz, sort of), as well.

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So actually, against all odds, I saw LoserDad last Friday. He came over to my apartment, smiled uninterestedly at the dogs, and took me out to S&S for a cobb salad.

He then proceeded to grill me about my mother. “How is she? How is her health? How does she look? How is her financial situation? Is she going to sell the house? Is there any guy in her life?” It made me depressed, because he had this half polite-interest half sad-and-desperate expression on his face, and I didn’t want to tell him anything, because I know my mother would hate that, and so mainly I demured but I made sure to let him know that she was VERY happy now, keeping herself busy, that she has a couple potential suitors (she does! although she can’t stand any one of them), and that her feelings are my top priority.

He then proceeded to grill me about Anne, Will, and Christy, though not as much. The whole thing left me feeling weary and sad, but perhaps that’s just some sort of misplaced envy that he never seems to care what’s going on with me but only uses me as a source of information about other people.

He said he’s going to be back here Monday (today) and Wednesday, but we shall see!

Whatever. Last night I went back to my mom’s because her brother and his wife had come up from DC for a visit. I haven’t seen them in a long time. Before they came Mike and I took the dogs to the beach — it was fun, we could take them off leash becasue the tide was up so they coudln’t get by the rocks, and so we spent a bunch of time training them. So cute!

And I brought back here all my Sandman and Tintin books. Hearing from pseudo-Peter reminded me of the Sandman and I decided to read them again.

Finally, I have Kettricken back as well. Bryant dropped her off this afternoon. She looks absolutely terrible. She is scrawny, her fur is falling out, she is twice as hyperactive as I remember her (and that is saying quite a lot), her nose is dry.

She also seems to have a (healed) broken rib. Which she certainly did not have when I last saw her 9 months ago.

I don’t even want to imagine what could have caused that. I am taking her to the vet tomorrow to get her shots updated and everything else checked up on.

She gives poor Fitz a lot of attitude. Won’t let him eat, growls at him, etc. I guess I will just have to let the two of them work it out, figure out the pecking order. I assume that when Fitz gets bigger and older he’ll be more assertive? Right now he’s doing the submissive puppy thing.

Seeing Bryant made me very sad. He looks strange to me now, and familiar at the same time. He’s updated his look yet again and was wearing some of the strangest and fanciest cowboy boots I ever saw. Practically pointy enough to qualify as NYC witch shoes…

He gave me a present, which Mike later wanted to throw out. A framed photo of Audrey Hepburn, who he knows I love.

I KNOW he’s up to no good but this all still breaks my heart. I don’t know how to act around him, what to say (or not to say), where to look. I don’t know what to believe of him. I don’t trust him farther than I can spit. Why then must my treacherous heart hold this ache?

Here is the newest addition to my household!

He is ridiculously cute and charming. I have the distinct impression that he is going to be much easier to train than Kettricken was (she still is mostly untrained!) — he just seems to have a more easy-going and less willful personality. I hope that he will give a good example for Kettricken

He shits about 10 times a day and I am glad that I’m unemployed right now! He requires constant walking and attention — it will be good when I finally get Kettricken from Bryant so they can entertain one another.

Elma’s not too thrilled but I blocked off my room with a baby gate and moved her food and water in here so she knows that this is her place alone. She has also figured out how to get from my room to all her favorite spots in the kitchen without touching the floor

One of the most obnoxious things about Boston is the lack of dog parks. You are not allowed to take your dog off leash in any of the normal parks, and fenced dog parks simply do not exist. it’s a glaring oversight and something that needs to be remedied. There are all sorts of groups running petitions and so forth but as of yet it doesn’t seem that anyone has been successful… NYC was wonderful because there were so many.

Now I guess I should feed the little bugger and take him out. Kettricken delivery by Bryant tomorrow… will things become more or less hectic? I shiver.