Day Twenty-Five. - Instead of The Real Thing. - For a while now I've been whining and complaining about how much I want a dog and won't be able to have one until we have our house. So for Christmas, my Mother-In-Law, bought a Calendar with the specific type of dog that I want until I can get a real one. Which seeing this every morning makes me want a dog even worse. And I'm not to happy with the flash reflecting off the calendar but I don't feel like messing with it so it's poor quality.
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