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I was talking with a friend today about our outlooks on men and life. She said (as others have said too) she's in a man hating phase. I've never been in one of those before. Generally I understand guys, so I can't hate what I understand. Some guys act horribly though and deserve it. Meanwhile I'm in a 'la-la-la-I-love-life -look-at-the-pretty-flowers-happy-happy-skip-down-the-street-and-sing' phase. I guess there is probably another name for that. Am I ridiculous? Oh hell yes and I'm enjoying every minute.

On another note, I'm relieved that Luke doesn't hate my puppy. For some reason I thought he did and I was worried about that, because my puppy is half of mon coeur. I must admit I highly enjoyed the fact that my puppy wouldn't listen to Luke when he told him to sit. I guess I've also been avoiding writing/saying my puppy's name in places that Luke could see/read. The reason behind that is also the reason I thought Luke didn't like my puppy.

My puppy is currently sprawled across his pillow. He wouldn't sleep until I turned out the light. I can confidently say he's house trained now (thank g-d!) It has been a lot like raising a toddler, but I wouldn't give it up for anything...er almost anything. I guess I'll have my eyes open for the future.

He's not perfect. He has his issues. He's stubborn, but I still love him unconditionally. I get less sleep because of him and I think about him all the time, but when he comes up to me and hugs me, I'm incredibly happy. He knows just how to make me laugh and can always cheer me up. Yeah I'm talking about a dog not a man although...