Wow, I actually figured out how to make a blog post, I'm impressed with myself. It only took me a month... *cough*
I was going to post more, but now that I've figured out how to do it I have nothing current to say. Journals always suck when you first start them. At least online. Maybe not if you're in the middle of something that will prove to be historically important. Well, historically important to somebody other than you.
My dog, Mister Epiphany, died two weeks ago this coming Monday. I don't think I'll ever be the same. Everything just seems wrong around me.. Just today I curled up on my bed and cried. I loved my dog a whole lot, more than most people could ever understand. He was one of the things keeping me sane, keeping me happy, and keeping me at home. Now I'm not sure what to do or where to go with my life. I've even gotten angry at the school I attend when I have the money. Right after it happened I felt like I had wasted a year or two of Mister's life there... precious time I could have spent with him. He was 14, it isn't like we didn't spend most of our lives together... but it's never enough, you know?
I found some photos of him in a folder on my computer that wasn't where I was keeping them. It made me really happy. Here's one:
It isn't the best photo of him, he looks kinda goofy, but it makes me happy because he looks so happy and cute. The sweet little boy I love.
I want to get another dog, but I have to wait 'til I have my own place where I can do it. I want another poodle, or a poodle mix. Despite the bad rap people give them, I honestly believe they're some of the best dogs possible. I'm only proven right by the fact many breeds have poodle mixed in with them so they'll have a calm, friendly temperment, be intelligent and not shed.
But I have to get a job that isn't ridiculously stressful and not paying enough, first.
I was going to post more, but now that I've figured out how to do it I have nothing current to say. Journals always suck when you first start them. At least online. Maybe not if you're in the middle of something that will prove to be historically important. Well, historically important to somebody other than you.
My dog, Mister Epiphany, died two weeks ago this coming Monday. I don't think I'll ever be the same. Everything just seems wrong around me.. Just today I curled up on my bed and cried. I loved my dog a whole lot, more than most people could ever understand. He was one of the things keeping me sane, keeping me happy, and keeping me at home. Now I'm not sure what to do or where to go with my life. I've even gotten angry at the school I attend when I have the money. Right after it happened I felt like I had wasted a year or two of Mister's life there... precious time I could have spent with him. He was 14, it isn't like we didn't spend most of our lives together... but it's never enough, you know?
I found some photos of him in a folder on my computer that wasn't where I was keeping them. It made me really happy. Here's one:
It isn't the best photo of him, he looks kinda goofy, but it makes me happy because he looks so happy and cute. The sweet little boy I love.
I want to get another dog, but I have to wait 'til I have my own place where I can do it. I want another poodle, or a poodle mix. Despite the bad rap people give them, I honestly believe they're some of the best dogs possible. I'm only proven right by the fact many breeds have poodle mixed in with them so they'll have a calm, friendly temperment, be intelligent and not shed.
But I have to get a job that isn't ridiculously stressful and not paying enough, first.
quirky:
You have a cute, very cute, berfuzzy puppy! 