when i was in first or maybe second grade i wanted a dog so badly which i really don't understand because i was a little afraid of dogs. i really really liked animals and was totally fascinated by them and was completely charmed by them and was completely, when it came down to it, scared of them in real life. my dad bought us our first dog penny and we had little puppy gates and i did whatever i could not to be in that gate area. like sit at the dinner table with my feet in my lap. and then run away really fast with a really full belly. but i was so happy to have that dog. even though i didnt want to be near it.
i want to say that ive become so mature and grown up and started doing things that make alot more sense but i still do that all the time. bizarre choices. always. and not like i know this is bad for me but imma do it anyway imma be free. may be the end of me once.
you know, buy dogs that im scared off and love them anyway. i totally got over it and i'd like to think our bond was way better than anyone else's in the house thank you very much. if we did the run to whoever is your real owner test there wouldn't even be a competition. biffles.
i pretty sure im going to turn into a packrat. cant toss anything. can collect everything.
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