Today after school, Aaron and I took Dwight on a walk into the ghetto. Basically, the neighborhood becomes the ghetto if we come out of the gate and walk straight, or turn right. If we turn left, it's still possible to get to the ghetto if we turn right again within a block.
Anyways, so we walked him into the ghetto. We try to do this once in a while so he can remember his roots. And they love him there. Just in this one walk, one guy who hangs out at this crack park down the street offered to sell us a puppy ("'Ey! You want another pit? Little girl! You want another pit? They six weeks old.") and another guy sitting at a corner in a wheelchair asking for coins bent down and petted Dwight as he walked by, saying very affectionately "Big puppy!"

Anyways, we stopped to talk to the first guy, mostly because he started following us down the street, and his story about the puppies was, "I'm selling them cheap. The mama, I let her run around wild, and so she dug a hole in this field, and had her babies, and now I can't get her to come home!"
So, we waited until it got dark, and then drove over to the park to see if we could see the puppies (I've dragged Aaron into the dark underworld of puppeh/kitteh pedophiles). We didn't find them, and then we drove past the guy again, who was apparently still on his corner. I got really paranoid that he would recognize us. So I don't think I will be doing that again.

In other news, my sister has been blogging consistently at her new blog, and it makes my day to find a new post so often!