My days trinkle by and I don't try too hard to speed them up. I have no motivation, no desire for exploring.
If I would but go outside more, I know I would feel better. The skies are blue and small could ships ease on through the trees. But I won't. People scare me. Language scares me. I feel like a small child--helpless without someone being by my side.
However, there is some hope. Around July 3rd I will be receiving a puppy, a shetland sheepdog, to be exact. And because of this, I will HAVE to go outside--not for myself but for him--and in turn we will both get fresh air and wind.
I named him Ronan (Rónán), which is Irish for "little seal." (And it sounds cute with Rowan. ;D) He's a blue merle and I think he is the epitome of cuteness. And he will be mine. My baby, my puppy to train and spend time with. I miss having a puppy, miss having a dog of my own. I love Sami's dog, Kirby, but he is not mine and only listens to me when Sami is not around.
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