The day is Kingsley.

When one usually wakes up late, the day is about to end. No fun, no laughter, just television. But such was not the case today.

A dog had followed my dad into our backyard. Of course, I had no idea. I did hear a strange "cry" from outside, but assuming it was Penny, I only said "Penny, don't cry, baby." And now that I read that, it sounds completely sleazy, even it was for a dog.

But in a few minutes, my mother called me from my cousin's house, relaying to me the news of the "cutest little dog. She was in the backyard. Curiosity, of course, took over. I opened the screen door just a smidge and up prances this little puppy. And yes, I was overcome with the warm, fluffy feeling.

And here I am at my cousin's house with the new baby "Kingsley." Adorable little thing. Sigh.

I miss Penny. I hope she's alright.