Dear Diary,
Fourth happy sticker day in a row! These are good times for Michael and I.
We were walking in the park this morning and found a puppy! A sweet little golden retriever. She was half-starved, as if she'd been wandering lost for weeks, but she came right to us.
Michael insists that he met this puppy before, being walked by a nice lady "with big boobies like Grandma," but I certainly don't recognize this shivering, scrawny pup. She has a collar but no name tag, phone number or address. How can people be so irresponsible about their dogs?
We looked around the park for "lost puppy" signs but we didn't see anything. It's as if her owners haven't even noticed her missing. Michael begged me to let him take her home and I couldn't refuse him. I insisted that we would keep looking for her rightful owner, but in the meantime she needs better care than she'd get at the animal shelter. I can tell Michael hopes we don't find the owner. He's always wanted a puppy.
Later in the day I went to the first meeting of a new book club. I had seen a flyer posted on the bulletin board at Kelly's Diner. Such nice people! Most of them are medical professionals and for some strange reason, badly in need of something to do. It seems like this town is overflowing with talented, intelligent people who barely have personal lives of their own.
I'm thinking about redecorating the living room. It seems extravagent, but Mr. and Mrs. Corinthos pay Michael and I handsomely to live here out of their way. Besides, I've seen enough "early American skank" decor to last me a lifetime. Maybe after redecorating I'll invite some of my new friends from the book club over.