so many possibilities.. 10 years from now.
alive? i truly hope so :)

<3 my knitting skills need to improve..

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THIS! is a nice color scheme. :)
bridesmaids?? maybe.. hehe

yess <3 

With the white mexican flags? and a white dressed bride? hahaha amusing idea. Seems like a fresh fun wedding ^^ ehe reminds me of the little things i was telling karina.

i just want color and my dress

and bridesmaids and yummy food

and music and green. outdoors maybe

‎aqua fresca. maybe horrchata. round tables

the groom

<3

n his family intermingling with mine

and there will be candy throwing

Note to self: Do not get dresses like these.. karina and girl in dress do not approve. XD

friends. if we somehow coincidentally have kids of similar age. let us buy several of these wee little sweaters and make them crawl around each other. When they are of walking age, they will can make a little puppy pack >:D ohh yeahh. <3

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They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

I haven’t read a story that nearly made me bawl my eyes out in awhile. 

:,}

This is just too amazing of a story to let it get lost amongst hundreds of post in my other blog..

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<3 bulldog. u so cute
u gon be MIIINE! :3

yep yep. :)

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de veras…
la innocencia de ser nina. :) lo extrano
Guess it’s just up to me to adapt n keep going strong in school. The rest, well..

Light Mascara wont hurt.
I get a few zits here and there..
I dont curl my hair anymore. N no need to straighten..
oh i care.. but in a different level..
I still dont really mind if i dont. It’ll all work out eventually..
Haha! Hugging them IS scary at times. :)
Popularity. huh I AM POPULAR! [in my circle of friends ;) ]
i dont cry :) [Only if the movie is super good. or there’s a reaallly good song or soemthing that brings tears to my eyes like my stupid contacts..]
Small number of close friends are better.
Ponytails are tricky at the moment.. but still wear them :)
I enjoy school. :)
Maybe not A’s and B’s.. :\
I am happy.
I grew up.

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This is simply amaziing!
hahaha Mexicans need to start making those conchas like this XD
YUMM! :)

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I could not resist reblogging this..
This bed just screams comfortable!

Only thing it’s missing is a couple of extra pillows window closer to the bed, and my dear cottenball <3

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humm.. 
I want a little turtle :)
^^

I will have him running around the apartment ahh yes I can just picture this little turtling making his way around the kitchen floor.. :0 or the TUB! but then again.. he might drown.. or no? Oo
Research must be done before taking this little guy as a pet :o
haha looking forward to it though :)
awwh a little squirtle ^^ <3

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carolina-lion:

Okay, seriously? Give me this.

yes. <3 I love this baby.
someday perrito. someday..

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