It's funny how you can not want someone until you figure out that maybe they don't want you - then suddenly your interest level changes.

I'm pretty sure I don't really care one way or another if I ever see AM again - but there's something irritating in how that doesn't seem to bother him very much. Something which makes me want to pursue him to force him to deal with me.

It's been - what, three weeks? - since we last spoke, and that was at my initiation. I hadn't heard from him for about a week at that point, so I sent him an IM, and it turned out a misunderstanding had caused him to think I was "done" with him. During that conversation, he said "I'm glad you're still talking to me, because I still like you."

We had a little laugh over that...but it was the last time we talked!!

After about two weeks of silence, I finally took one last step to try to see what was up. I called and left a message on his answering machine: "Hey, I really miss you. It's too bad you don't miss me back."

No response.

Okay, I'm a big girl, I can take a hint. And as I've previously noted in this journal, my feelings about AM were kind of ambivalent to begin with. So why does this really matter one way or the other?

As I confessed to two of the Fab Four at lunch the other day, I think I want to hear from him so I can tell him off! Haha.

Oh well, time to chalk that one up on the board of relationships that went nowhere.

Because I never know when to say "no" to more animals, we have a new puppy in the house.

Bam Bam (aka Lucky, because he's damned lucky we took him as you'll learn in a minute) is a purebred German Shepherd puppy. He's black all over, with brown feet and some gray mixed in here and there underneath.

When we went to pick him up, it turned out that earlier that same day, his mother had (for reasons unknown) taken a bite out of the top of his head! She actually tore the part of his scalp where the ear attached to it.

Scott, being a bigger sucker than I am when it comes to underdogs (heh, how appropriate in this case), insisted that we were sent to rescue this pup. So the very next day after buying him, I had to drop $60 for a vet visit. (And yes, we could engage in arguments about whether I should actually pay for a damaged puppy, but let's not go there, 'mkay??)

Bam Bam was too young for the vet to anesthetize him to repair the ear, so in two weeks, we'll take him back for the fix. I hope his ear will stand up properly after that, though I'm sure either way he'll be just as loved. (As long as he grows up to be the tough guard dog I want him to be, hehe!)

He looks even sillier right now because the vet had to shave sections of his head to view the wounds properly. I just shook my head when I saw him: I can't believe that I'm just as big a sucker as Scott is.

It gets worse: Bam Bam will be getting a new playmate tomorrow. I wish it was that adorable little sister of his who I fell in love with when we went to get him - but it isn't.

The new puppy is female, and German, but she's a Schnauzer.

Okay, there's a history here: Some years back, my mother lived all alone. I decided she needed a pet, she wanted a Schnauzer, and I bought her one - which she named Daisy.

My sister's boss bought her a Schnauzer, named Sam.

Sam and Daisy had puppies: Belfour, Scout, Dixie, and Angel (who died shortly after birth - we decided Brandy must have needed a puppy in heaven). Belfour was supposed to be mine, but when the time came to give him up, my mother was too attached to him. Harumph!!

So a woman where my mother works had a female she wanted to mate. Belfour was supposed to be the lucky dog, and I'd get first pick of the litter in payment for his (ahem) services. But my mother ended up taking both Belfour and Scout over to do the deed! Harumph again! Can you say "Who's your daddy?"

Nine puppies later: the lady has moved to Colorado, several people at my mother's work (including her) take a road trip to pick out puppies, and I have to delegate my choice to my mother - because I was toooooo tired after this week to drive in a car with total strangers halfway to Colorado just to get a darn dog!

So tomorrow afternoon, Sasha will arrive and be added to the menagerie here at the Girlie Home.

Egads!! I am insane.