Kipper

A new couple is interested in Kip. I suppose it's probably good since I end up treating him more and more like my little baby every passing day. Every time someone is interested in him I get a really strong urge to keep him, but I'm trying to keep in mind the time he ate all those eggs and tore the garbage apart so the feelings subside. I am part of this group on facebook, Animal Rescue Korea that does a lot of work for abandoned animals in Korea, but people really went off on this girl that had to give her newly adopted puppy back because it had seperation anxiety. It makes me feel a little nervous about giving Kip away, but if we stay in touch then I can at least be there to take him back if they find they don't want him. And, both strays I've found and re-homed have been successful so I'm feeling positive about it. I'm also debating whether I should foster another animal if Kip gets adopted. J thinks that I should absolutely not and focus on training Lou. It is sometimes stressful to have two animals when I'm only one small person...maybe a cat. Definitely not another dog....unless it's super small and super calm. I think those are far and few between though. Even Kip is a bit of a terror sometimes. Yes, definitely only a cat if the need arises. It's settled then.

My three day weekend was a success. It was relaxing and I got a bit of laundry done while chasing my dogs around the apartment with my dancing and pointing (I like to point at them a lot with finger guns just to keep them on their toes). I did have the most terrible tacos due to my unwise decision to be spontaneous and order Buffalo Chicken Tacos; not realizing that my old archnemisis Blue Cheese would be involved. I guess in retrospect, I have no concept of what "buffalo" means when joined with a meal. I assumed it would just be a spicy chicken taco. Apparently it means piling a mound of fried onions atop of a mound of chicken, very sneakily covering a layer of blue cheese cubes, adding a little lettuce and tomato on the side, as well as some sliced avocado, with a sauce I did not recognize or partake of due to its creamy, mayonaise-esque appearance. I was sorely disappointed, but the rice and beans were good. Lesson learned, On The Border, lesson learned. On my official holiday (Monday) I meant to get more housework done, but instead read the Hunger Games and made soup.

I've been thinking lately about my own time in elementary school and how some of the children here can tolerate going through such easy English lessons when their own English level is so much higher. The only times I can remember being really annoyed was during class reading time where the teacher would pick students to read aloud from the book we all read together. There were those kids who could only read one word per minute and with no inflection or storytelling ability. I'd always end up reading ahead and try to quiet the urge to rip the book from their hands and do it myself or yell out how to pronounce "photograph." And it always infuriated me to no end during music class when the teacher would never call on me even though I was the only one with my hand raised (yes I was that child). But now, seeing how the same students answer all the questions and, if left unchecked the other students will just rely on the one or two to give the answers, I give her a little credit. Not much...but a little. Like a thimble's worth of credit.