So last night when Ken tried to bring Banjo inside for the evening he was....gone! Again. This time I am not imagining my poor puppy wounded by the side of the road or getting teary eyed at the thought of poor Banjo, wandering hungry and lost somewhere far from home. This time gate was shut tight. He didn't accidentally get out- he made a break for it! We're not really sure how he got out, but I am taking it personally! It was pretty embarrassing to call animal control and the police a second time in less than a week. Maybe he went back to the lady who kept him last weekend. She did give him a bath. Does he secretly like baths? So once again if you live in the area keep your eyes open for Banjo, or Houdini as we'll be calling him from now on.
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...
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