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April 4, 1997

I'm a little late for this Scribble. So, obviously, I didn't get my planner organized. In fact, things might have just gotten a little more hectic. But anyway...

If you've visited the Office and if you're observant, you'll notice that the Towerkeeper is not alone. Near her desk, a more or less white dog keeps her company. That's Gabby. She turned three years old on the 20th of March.. aaand, we didn't get her anything. To my dismay, I was told that she was 21 years old by dog years.

So, to make it up to her, I've decided to let her visit cyberspace.

Her reaction? Well. I'm not entirely too sure. I pointed to the screen and said, "There you are." But she only blinked. A moment later, she slid to the floor and fell asleep.

The other sisters of the Tower seem enthused to have a dog on the premises. Needless to say, I'm glad, but I suspect that they're sneaking her some snacks when I'm not looking. She's getting a little rounder bit by bit.

One thing that surprises people about Gabby is that though small, she can seem particularly fierce. She inherited her mother's looks, a spitz, but her spirit belongs to her father--a rottweiler. Ah, but she's mostly all bark and no bite. But it might be wise to wait until she has stopped jumping all over you before trying to pet her. I wouldn't want to be liable for a couple of missing fingers.

But she's really lovable. Aren't you, Gabby? ... She opened her eyes.. and went back to sleep again. Oh well.

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