A dog at my feet that isn't my own.

I've been with my girlfriend for a few days now, and already I'm hating the idea that I have to go back home in a week. Admittedly we've had a little trouble getting into the groove of being in the same place, but it's something that comes up now and then. That aside, though, it's great to be with her again.

Currently, she's laying in bed finishing up the fifth Harry Potter book, and Riley (the dog) is under the desk looking at my feet. She's a nice dog... big, really big, but nice. I like her; even if she does still smell a little like 'wet dog'. She got a bath a few days back, and she's got really thick fur, so it takes a while for her to dry. The smell is almost gone now, so it's all good.

Other than that there's not really much to tell. I just found out a little while ago that my sister got in a car accident while in Indiana (I think that's where she is, anyway). Apparently, she's o'kay but the car probably isn't going to make it. That girl has the worst luck with cars. Though I think this is the first time she's lost one for this reason. *shrug* Guess she won't make it home before me after all.

She's one chapter from finishing her book, so I'm gonna wrap this up and see if she wants to do anything, or just hang around the house since we have it all to ourselves until tomorrow.