We need new jobs.

Yesterday, Nate told me about talking to some friends at the fishing shop and getting so excited that he wanted to "quit my job and just go fishing all the time."

"Me too...and then I would..."

"Write all the time."

"Yeah, and work at the Apple Store. I'd really like that."

"We should do it."

"And get a dog. Do it and get a dog."

Today is your lucky day.

Today is my sister's birthday. We are two years apart. Before she was born, I wanted a puppy far more than I wanted a little sister. But my dad said we couldn't get one until my sister was born and we moved to Ohio.

On the day of her birth, my dad took me to the nursery so I could peer in and see my sister. After glancing in, I turned to him and said, "Ok, move to Ohio and get a puppy! We got this job done, let's move onto the next task."

Apparently, I was a remarkable child. Or so my mom says.

Pets. I wish I had one.

I want a dog. A big dog. Like a Great Dane or Akita. But we live in an apartment, so it's highly unlikely. Probably, we can't even get a little dog. After all, we live on the 10th floor and there is no way that any animal, who has to pee, would ever make it down the stairs in time.

So the whole dog thing would be pretty cruel, I guess, in more ways that one.

That makes me a sad Panda. If you watch South Park, you know what I mean.

Maybe it wasn't a thief

I don't understand. Your dog was stolen. How do you know? Was he running around out in your yard and you saw a burglar taking him, but you didn't stop the robber? What? Maybe your dog just went to McDonald's for a cheeseburger.