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I sleep with my Brobee at night. He is my boo boo! (:
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My Current Delimma
I would thoroughly enjoy having a dog. You see, I grew up with a springer spaniel named Spencer. Then came Sam, a shih tzu. Then came Lila, another shih tzu. Spencer later died of a stroke. Lila died about a year after from being attacked by some dogs. We then got a pug named Helen. SHE WAS MY BABY. Then my parents gave her up because she was to much work. Then Sam died. I want a dog so badly, I got a job at a kennel. I want a dog I can snuggle with and love on and play fetch with and going running with and feed table food to. I want a dog that is my own who loves me the best and sleeps in my bed and barks at strangers who walk by the house. I want to rescue a poor little dog who was saved from an animal shelter where they kill or from a box on the interstate. I want to have someone attack me with happiness the moment I walk in the door. Someone who constantly craves my attention. Someone who will watch sappy movies or scary movies and not complain about the terrible plot line. Someone who will snuggle in bed with me and not care that I have half a dozen books spread out on my bed. Someone to make me happy on sad days. My parents say that their hearts aren’t ready and as we are attempting to sell our house, it would be unfair to the dog. I really do understand in my head. It makes complete sense. But I still want a companion. My current delimma is my lack of dog in my house!
I am excited to be a mother… one day. (:
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I cry every time.
and yet, I still complain. smh. Today I am thankful!
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I am not metal. I can still be broken.
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