Well, I think the little beagle is here to stay. We have named him: Loki. Appropriate, I think. Loki was the god of trickery, but also the god of change. Maybe his coming heralds a new chapter in our lives, maybe we just lucked out and now have a damn cute friend for Puck, who knows. I’m not going to question it. We are still on the watch for his parents, but I have a feeling that he is like Puck was - a wanderer lost. Loki lucked out though, he didn’t have to spend three weeks in a cage. So, the plan is to take him to the vet, have him checked out and start training immediatly. The beagle boys are “playing” a lot. I don’t think I have ever seen dogs play like that, all growls and teeth bared. But, their tails are wagging the whole time. (okay I am not completly convinced of this but David assures me that its natural). Valentine is still lurking about, slying slithering here and there. I feel bad for the little fluff ball. He has had to stay up high till Loki decides to chill the fuck out.

I’m very tired, but we are going to head to Bodhi’s for a few drinks and a visit with Swinger. We tried to get a load for the Mac today, but were denied. We are a little bummed now. Credit is stupid.