The weather in DC has taken a turn for the worse and school as picked up speed. This perfect storm means that peanut spends long hours inside with little attention from me or my roommates. Usually she passes her days sighing heavily while she stares at me from her bed, sometimes she tries to rest her head on my keyboard leaving a long line of zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz on the page, still other times she will actually try to fit all 53 lbs of pitbull in my lap. Today she came came frolicking into my room with a tennis ball and a sock, laid down in front of me and gave me this "what now" look. Sometimes I'm just sure she is saying "It's not easy being Peanut."
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