So, the last post was embarrassingly middle-school diary. But since this is mostly just for you (Lauren), I'm leaving it.
Last night, I put some food out for Marvin when I got home and he wouldn't eat it; he just drank lots and lots and lots of water. And I thought, hm. Well, that's weird. This morning, I could see a bunch of crap littering the yard, and I went out and saw that he had pulled all the food he could find - dog food, (chocolate!) cookies, sesame seeds - out of the house and eaten it and scattered the remains. He is still lying on the couch, somewhat reminiscent of a year ago, when he ate my birthday cake. On that occasion, L had baked me a berry cake, a huge one, and we had eaten about 2/3 of it at my party. Then we left for breakfast the next day, and on returning, found Marvin lying on the couch, belly distended, completely paralyzed. On the table, there was the cake: Marvin had eaten almost all of it, but what he hadn't eaten, he'd licked the frosting off of; one small square still had frosting, and in the middle of that square was Marvin's paw print.
Oh, dogs.
Lauren and Erin prepare their home for the second coming ... we're not sure who's coming, but we'd like to be ready
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Ah, Marvin! I remember it like it was yesterday. In my late night (can I say that at 10:30 pm?) boredom here in Yaounde (where I would definitely have been asleep for several hours already at post, for lack of electricity or for exhaustion or boredom), I have been checking to see if I can find the end of the internet. I believe I found it, in Marvin's belly.
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