Despite my initial aversion to being back in La Lac Froid, it's inexplicably grown on me. I think there's a part of me that longs to settle down and live in a house where I can paint the walls any color I like. I want to know the business of everyone I walk past in the street and have coffee while cattily discussing neighbors. Cold Lake is, unfortunately, on the cusp between small town quaint and big city bullshit. There's a disproportionate amount of graffiti and crime, and so many run down buildings and bankrupted businesses. I could go smaller, really, to the ultimate in quaint. I'm happy in my comfortable relationship with a man who has simple tastes and the most endearing kind of small-town mentality- the man considers Red Lobster the height of sophistication and fancy, and I think it's adorable. I have my two dogs and my sister about to give birth to my new niece. I'm pretty content.

Or so I say until I need a new pair of shoes and the nearest Payless is three hours away.

Here is a photo of Dog Number 2, Odin, who is clearly not a supermodel and is in no mood for me.

 

It's pretty much impossible to tell, but that's a male from Mayday's litter.
 

Adopted?

Facebook is trying to make me fight a baby.

For some reason, this made me LOL for like, ten minutes.