12 Dog Days of Christmas Page #2

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you don't have to stay.

What does that mean?

I'll be coming

with you guys when

you move in a few months?

That's right, boys.

Old Lou and Josie

are moving to Arizona,

a more arid climate

for Josie's asthma.

I overheard you

talking out back

the other night,

so merry Christmas to all,

and to all, a good night.

(door closes)

Hey, going to

a little holiday

shindig near campus.

Lots of cute college boys,

and from what I hear,

mistletoe under every doorway.

You interested?

No thanks.

You know, you can't sit

in your room your entire life

reading post-feminist

chick lit.

I'm reading Stephen King.

Ugh, same thing.

Anyway, have a merry

little yawner at home.

(dog barking)

(Ryan)

This is Titus.

Definitely no big barker.

No way.

What about Mimsy here?

She's sweet, and good,

and just dying

for someone to love her.

See?

I don't know.

She's a little bit bigger

than what I pictured.

She's not that big.

Um, I don't think

she's gonna get much bigger.

Just look at her feet.

I just don't think

she's what I'm looking for.

I mean, I was really

looking for a dog

that I could fit

in my purse, you know?

Okay, well, sorry

we couldn't find a good

match for you today, Jen.

(...)

Personally, I think

this dog is perfect

for you, Jennifer.

Or do you go by Jen?

May I call you Jen?

Well, see, she's quiet

as a dormouse,

and that is

your main concern, yes?

And you can't really

hold it against her

that she's not

some yappy teacup dog.

She's still cute,

and, uh, between you and I,

all the dogs in here

are cute.

But this dog has

been looking at you

since the minute

you walked in.

Can't you see it

in her eyes?

I think you might need Misty

as much as Misty needs you.

Mimsy.

Okay.

She is really cute.

(chuckles)

And calm.

(sighs)

You're right.

I'll take r.

I assure you-- this will be

the greatest Christmas present

you have ever

given yourself.

(Hillary)

Okay, right this way, ma'am,

so we can get

your paperwork started.

I think we made

a sale, "Cryan".

(scoffs)

Hey, Jack, you want a ride?

So I assume

you know what I wanted

to talk to you about.

No, but I bet

you're gonna tell me.

You gotta start

getting along better

with your foster parents.

I got a report

that you've been

arguing with them.

Good riddance to them both.

This is your ninth

foster home, Jack.

We can't have you

getting kicked out now

when you're so close

to being out of the system.

Fine... I'll shut my mouth.

You gotta get it

together, son.

You'll be 18 soon

and out on your own.

The day can't come

soon enough.

Frankly, I'm not so sure

you're ready for it.

I'll be fine.

Well, I'd like to see you

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