Something different

I used to have a live journal, and whether or not this journal will be followed like my live journal was (although only followed by teenie boppers who had nothing better to do than bitch online) perhaps I'll just write as if I'm talking to myself. Hoping that someone might come along, read, and reply with some food for thought.

For a few of you that don't know, I got a dog. A pittbull, Stash. Yes, Stash. As in moustache, or...weed. Fabulous, I know. He's a really sweet dog and is doing well. Two Sundays ago my family went out tubing for Joshoua's birthday. And while we were gone my sister's dog, Riley, and Stash got into a bit of a fight. Note to self: I really need to start taking more pictures. His eye got a little scratched and infected but it's healing quite nicely. He itches a lot but from what I hear Pitts have extremely sensitive skin so hopefully we will figure out a nice bathing routine for him. He's currently laying in bed wishing that I join him. He will probably nuzzle me and go to sleep which is sweet. And luckily, my allergies haven't bothered me one bit!

I wish I had more to talk about.