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ia on M y Mind by Corbett Foster I stared at the plop of buttery yellow fur on my lap, not quite sure how to feel. “What do I do with it?” I asked finally, uncertainty tainting my voice. “It’s a puppy, Callie. Not a bomb,” my father chuckled. “I know that,” I protested. “But it’s just sitting there staring at me.” My dad could laugh all he wanted, but I wasn’t quite sure what to do with this seven pound labrador retriever puppy sitting on my lap. “Go to sleep,” manded, my four year old vo ice full of authority. Nothing. The thing sat there. Was the puppy broken or something? Why wasn’t she sleeping? “She’s not a toy, Cal,” my mom reminded me. “You can’t turn her off and on.” I sighed in annoyance, shifting in my booster seat in an attem pt to give myself some more wiggle room. But the second I shifted, the animal on my lap started making an fortably high pitched noise that left my ears ringing for far longer than what was healthy. Great. I’m stuck in the worst seating position possi ble for the next two hours because this little thing decided to sit on me, and I can’t move it unless I want to set off it’s alarm. I looked out the window, watching the highway roll by in a never ending blur of concrete and trees. It was gonna be a long ride home. Two days we’ve had this puppy now, and it didn’t seem to be doing anything useful. “She’s not an ‘it,’ Callie,” my mother had repr