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On my way home today, walking down the hallway to my apartment, I encountered Kiki. Kiki is a new neighbour, a tiny, rambunctious terrier pup-- I don't know what kind, but one of those fluffy tan-and-black ones-- yipping and yapping and skipping and trying to jump on me. She belongs to our neighbour down the hall, the woman we have, since moving here, referred to as The Cat Lady. She only had two cats and the cats have both passed, and was named thus because we often saw her with them out in the hallway. I am so glad she has decided to defy the rules of the building (and the Island) by getting this puppy. Kiki is the cutest creature I have ever seen. I am in love with her. I hope to encounter her often. I may find myself just sitting in the hallway outside the Cat Lady's apartment, hoping the Kiki will come out and play.

I have, since my encounter, been torturing myself at this site. I want every kind of dog on the list, even the scary ones.

The interview went well, although I was very honest about my lack of administrative experience and my trepidations about this job. The guy seemed a little desperate, which I suppose means he'll be willing to teach me exactly how to do those impossible-sounding tasks that the job will entail, if they decide to hire me. I am equally torn between wanting to broach this terrifying frontier (and collect the hefty hourly reward) and being overwhelmed by the thought of all that... administration. So I guess I'll be equally fine if they call me back, or if they don't. Gulp.

God, do I want a dog.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:52 PM | shower me with attention