Monday, July 13, 2009

I love dogs.
They make me happy. Watching them goof around and do crazy stuff. I like throwing things for them. Have them run after it. And have them not bring it back to me.
They do that. A lot of them.

I had a black lab mix. He was pretty awesome. A bit intense at times, understandable, he was a pup. I had plans for him and I: we were going to hang out this summer. Ride around in my pick-up and see stuff. I'd throw things for him. He wouldn't bring them back. It was going to be awesome.

Sadly, and i mean damn sad. He died. He was poisoned. Not poisoned by somebody, but he got into something toxic. He last days were three days of misery. I feel bad about that. It was my hope. My wish that he would get better. He didn't. He died about six weeks ago. I still miss him.

A new dog has entered my life though. She's a sweety. She's a tiny little mutt that was abandoned at my sisters house (in a very rural area called Blue Bell). She's still a bit skittish with most people, though not myself. I'm her favorite.
I like her a lot too.

Maybe her and I could drive and around and see stuff. She doesn't like running after things and not bringing them back, but she likes her tummy rubbed.
Maybe I'll go rub her tummy.

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