The next morning, Erin and Paul took Fritz and Klondike for a walk. Paul said, "It feels great to walk with two dogs again." Erin smiled and said, "It really does." He said, "I really missed walking behind two fluffy butts." She giggled and said, "Me too." He said, "Klondike is a great addition. He's brought so much joy the past two days." Erin said, "Yes, Paul, he really has. I'm also glad he slept all night and did not have to get us up to go outside and use the bathroom." Paul said, "That's the advantage of getting a puppy at twelve weeks or two and a half months instead of eight weeks or a little less than two months." Erin said, "I've heard that around two months is the best time to get a puppy." Paul said, "That's because puppies learn important lessons from their mother and siblings, such as being gentle while playing." She said, "Yeah. He doesn't even play bite like my first dog, Rusty, did." Erin and Paul soon arrived back home with Fritz and Klondike. Lola asked, "Did you have a nice walk?" Erin said, "Oh, yes." Carl said, "I'm sure it's nice to be walking two dogs again." Paul said, "Definitely. I also think two is a good number of dogs. If we have to be gone, they can keep each other busy." The members of New Religion relaxed and watched the new puppy settle into his crate and take a nap.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a year and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad day at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became more frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only source of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a year and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad day at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became more frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only source of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.