And, he's back. Sante finally returned home on Wednesday, after a hefty vet bill and lots of medicine...and time in a cage. Let me tell you, a dog caged up for two weeks is the worst thing you want to have in a house full of books and nice floors. My house has been ruined, my books chewed to bits, but, he's back.

And he also has a friend. On Tuesday when I came home from work my neighbour stuck her head through the window and said "she's here." Who was she? I don't know. But within two minutes I realized "she" was another puppy Rin had told her he wanted to give to his mother. But with his mother living ten or so hours away, it occured to me that this was going to be my new puppy for the next three months, until our next scheduled trip down there. Help me, help me! My house has turned into a disaster full of puppy things, puppy smells, and puppy fur. I clean every moment I am awake, and nothing can keep it organized.

Once a girl who feared every dog on this planet, wanted nothing to do with dogs, I now find myself about to open my own dog pound. Something has got to change.

In other news, I have my tickets and hotel reserved for Chiang Mai. I am looking forward to this trip like nothing else. Such a nice break after the hectic few months that have thrown themselves upon me.

GiGi, the unsuspected poodle.