I promise I’m not a bad person. I just make mistakes… a lot of mistakes. I’ve made poor choices. Ran with the wrong crowd. Gotten my heart broken and been let down. I hate to say it, but old habits die hard, and I’m….
There’s nothing like some pure Americana activity on the July 4th holiday. I’m pretty sure fireworks have become required for this holiday. While the sparkly fire booms can be pretty and magical, they can also be misery-inducing, especially for combat veterans or a pet that thinks the apocalypse is finally dawning.
Every morning it starts with sweet purring. In the deep darkness of my room it starts as a gentle and delicate lulling, but intensifies in to a full-fledge roar, as if someone had started a cat-themed, completely upgraded monster truck on the pillow to my left.
After spending so much of my life curious about the tiny dogs with alien faces, here I was in an outdoor pen, in the middle of June, looking for a dog that could encompass all of my lifetime experiences into one tiny package.