All I know that's true.

What better day to re-resurrect this ol' blog here than on National Dog Day?
(That was a rhetorical question; I think it's the perfect day to do this, you jerks.)

My incredibly weak attempt at reviving this thing happened three-quarters of a year ago, in the midst (but sort of towards the end) of a very trying few years--in fact, the hardest three years of my life.  The very nature of what ailed me also kept me from properly documenting everything as it occurred, though I desperately wanted to.  Scratch that: I needed to. Being on the other side of (currently un-) said ordeal now, it's difficult to really capture even in my own mind just exactly how I felt or didn't feel.  I mean, how do you go about recounting three whole years of your life?  How do I even depict yesterday?  I'm not sure, but I will try.  Well, I hope I'll try for real this time. 



But that time is not today.







One thing that's remained constant in my roller-coaster of a recent life is a phenomenon I never really understood until it happened to me: owning a dog.  Owning two very quirky but very-mine-dogs. If you're a dog owner, you get what I'm not saying here.  My dogs are so unconditionally loving, I honestly don't know what I would have done, or what I'd do without them.  They know when I'm sad, when I'm sick, when I'm happy...all of it.  Even as I type this, both of my canine companions lay by my feet in this cramped little alcove I call an "office."

They are my best friends. 
Fur-ends? Is it more meaningful if I make puns?

Sometimes when I feel like crying (because who doesn't love that?) I will think about how limited my time is with my pups. I contemplate how I'll ever go about finding new pets, knowing that you can't possibly replace the ones you've had.  I wonder how others do it and I dread the days when my boyfriend and I will have to deal with that experience.  However, there are beautiful, beautiful things to be learned from having my dogs even though they don't get to be with me forever. They teach me to truly love.  They remind me that tomorrow is a new day; that nothing comes close to being outside and feeling so free and most importantly, how mighty it is to pee on any pole and tree that stands in my way--

Okay, wait a second. That last part doesn't really apply to me. Well, in all reality it could but it wouldn't be as socially acceptable if I did it. Damn. Lucky dogs.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say in all of this is that I freaking love my dogs. They love me.  And I am so unbelievably grateful to be a "dogmom" to my Roosterdoodle (Rusty) and Snizzery Business (Diesel). 

Good dogs.  Very.  Good.  Dogs.



[Postscript.]

If you're thinking of getting a dog, please, PLEASE consider adoption.  There are so many amazing yet neglected and abandoned pups just waiting for a forever home.  Go to www.aspca.org to start your search and learn of animal shelters in your area.