It all started last week during the long weekend when Paula and I went over to Fran and Ester’s house to say hello to Julia. Paula is obsessed with Julia, so she often asks me to bike over to see her. Ester has 4 or 5 sisters, each with 2 or 3 kids, so at any one time there might be a dozen or two people at her house. Paula and I happened to arrive at what was apparently peak visiting hours, because there were tons of small children running around. Halfway into the afternoon, the doorbell rang again and I heard a dog barking. And in came…a miniature schnauzer! He was so cute. I miss my little schnauzer back home. I think this dog knew it because he came right up to me and started licking my hand. Awww. They told me his name was Alf, I think.
The next day, I was out running, and passed 2 more schnauzers out walking in the park. Then the next day I saw 3 more. Then the following day I was waiting at the bus stop, and a lady with a schnauzer sat down on the bench next to me. The next day, as I was walking home, contemplating the number of schnauzers I had seen that week, I turned the corner to see an enormous standard schnauzer on a walk with his owner. This continued all week. And they were all different! I think I saw upwards of 12 or 14 schnauzers.
It’s confirmed: I’m being followed by schnauzers. My mom said it must be a sign that soon she’s going to get so sick of my dog she’s going to mail him to me. And I quote: “If the box comes and the thing inside just flops around…I’m sorry.” Oh mom.
Besitos,
Paige
Snickers I promise I will come home!
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