It was recently brought to my attention that I don't really update this blog anymore. It's true, I don't. I tend to update only when I have down time, am bored, or just need to do something "creative." Currently in my life I'm having lots of "down time," but I'm pretty much using all of it on fun things like knitting or watching TV or going to the beach or going to Disneyland. Blogging is just so far down on my list of fun things I want to do with my day right now that I very rarely think about actually doing it. But, that being said, I do anticipate interesting, post-worthy things happening in the future that I may or may not get around to blogging about. You'll just have to wait and see. Now: on to the originally intented post.
I did not have dogs when I was very young, but I did grow up with them for the latter half of my childhood and we always had pets for as long as I can remember. Recently our mutt, Esther, was put down because she was old and sick and suffering. Our purebred, life-of-the-party, naughty, loveable little poodle is soon to follow suit. I guess this is making my dog craving especially strong because I've been looking much more frequently for available dogs in the area. I've browsed off and on since I left home, but now that we are about to OWN a home instead of RENTING, I finally feel we're ready to at least seriously consider owning our very own pooch. So, if in the near future I post a picture of a little fuzzball that's suspiciously bigger than a hamster, you can rest assured that it's a dog and not some sort of mutant. :)
