Now, a dog story--

First of all, no dogs here are on leeshes no matter the size, hence they are often bigger than me and end up in the middle of the street....Yesterday, i found this guys dog, brandy was the lil gal's name...and she wasnt on a leesh and followed me for like 10 minutes from town to the campus and i got worried she was lost. I noticed she was wearing a caller with a number on it, so I called it and this guy answered. And this is what he says(in huge irish accent of course)

"OH you found my little doggie, did you? Oh she lives right round the corner, just tell her to go on home, now. Say, yah, Brandy, GO HOME. Right right i'll go long, swing by for her. Thanks Much, cheers!'

so i do and she kinda stops following me but doesn't go home...so i leave and then he calls back and introduces himself as "yes, you called about my little doggie" and i almost crack up caus he's like a grown man talking about his uh little doggie, but i tell him which direction she was going and it was funny.

Also funny, was my two irish flat mates who i havent properly met yet caus both came home last nite from break totally hung over and ill.

I'm off to register for totally ludicrous classes ie classes that sound cool, like philosophy of religion and magical realism fiction woogoo

tatsies