P.S. There's a French phrase in here but I don't speak French, like, at all, so I used Google translator. So if the phrase is wrong, blame Google.
Anyway, thank you again so much!
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20 November, 2011
I think I want a dog. Yes…yes I have decided. I need a dog in my life.
20 November, 2011, ten minutes later
Dad doesn’t seem keen on the whole dog idea. I shall persuade him.
20 November, 2011, later
Harry just called to see how I was doing. I’m kind of tripping out at this other side of Harry. Since when is he considerate and protective?
I told him I was doing better. Then I thanked him again. He brushed off my thanks casually. There was a moment of silence so I decided to ask him how I should go about persuading my dad to let me get a dog.
“You want a dog?” Harry asked.
“I very much want a dog,” I said.
“Since when?”
“Since this morning. So, have any ideas?”
“Well, what kind of dog?”
“A giant one,” I told him importantly. “Like a Great Dane or Mastiff or something.”
“Why do you want such a big dog?”
“I’m not sure I understand your question.”
“Okay,” he snorted. “Maybe that’s why your dad doesn’t want one. Because you want one that’s so big.”
“But giant dogs are cool,” I argued.
“I know,” Harry said quickly. “It just might be a contributing factor.”
“Perhaps,” I mused. “So any ideas?”
“Er, show him how responsible you are?” he suggested. “Maybe do some research so he knows you’re serious.”
“Yes, this is what I’ll do,” I said.
“Excellent.”
More silence. I guess I could have hung up but I didn’t consider that as an option at the time. Instead, I changed the subject again.
“So, who are you inviting to the dance?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe Heather. Or Stephanie.”
“Definitely,” I agreed though I had no idea who those girls were.
“Has Niall officially asked you yet?” Harry asked.
“Not yet,” I shrugged.
“I’m sure he’ll do it soon,” Harry said.
“Probably.”
This time the silence was a little too awkward so I told him I was going to start researching to get my dog. We hung up.
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