At Least They're Committed

I’ve bundled up my sanity and stolen it and myself away to the far recesses of my bedroom. I type by candlelight and by monitorlight blaring STP’s “Sour Girl” to drown out Muse’s “Knights of Cydonia” (sp?) on Guitar Hero. Evidently it’s a tough one on expert and DSII is bound and determined to conquer it… Read more

I’m picking through the charred remnants for puffs of yellow, non-blackened yolk and it’s just not enough. So, knowing that DSII will be up soon, I bake chocolate chip cookies instead. I almost burn those, too, except I catch them just in time and they’re just, well, a little crunchy. Mom of the year!!! My… Read more

My warm breath has melted the snow around where my nose rests. My muzzle is on the ground, my front and rear legs curled beneath me. I can feel the dusting of snow on my flanks, on my withers but I can’t see what has awoken me yet. There’s something flopped in front of my… Read more

DSII and Kev are sitting on the steps that I vacuumed a couple hours ago. Bored. At least they won’t be bored and covered with dog hair. They want to go over to Kev’s because they can hot tub over there, but his mom’s not home yet so they have to wait here for a grueling… Read more

Whoa! The whites of my baby blues are blood red, my lids swollen and folding over and over and over. Watching myself from the outside, this whole grief thing is a curiosity. It made me furious last night, absolutely enraged, and I’m scrambling to channel that energy into something positive. I’m not doing such a good… Read more

We lost her, we lost her, we lost her. She fought so hard. We fought so hard. She was dying as I was writing. Dad called minutes later and I already knew. I can’t breath. We lost her. Read more