I have wild and crazy dreams sometimes, and last night was no exception.
I was at the beach with my friend, Rachel (yes, the one who had the graduation party), and we were body surfing. I felt something hard in the sand, so I dug it up. It was a something that was part horse shoe crab part dog. It was lost, so we found it's owner on Facebook. She was in her mid-40s and lived in Connecticut (even though her area code was 919, which is the area code for North Carolina...?). I called her up and let her know we found her horse-shoe-dog, and she told us just to hang out with him for the rest of the day and let him go at night. He would eventually find his way home. I was like, oh heck no we can't leave this little guy all alone at the beach! Rachel and I decided to keep him. We named him Roy.
