Tonight...
I left about an hour ago... 1:30 am... I just went for a drive... with my favortie girl of all time... Pretty.
It was just me and her, all the way down old spanish trail... up to vail, down I-10 to houghton, then down old vail road to valencia... then I just took Kolb home.
It was sooo nice. She kept laying on me... I love her soo much... The only way I could loose her if she died or ran away. I don't have to worry about fucking up with her, I don't have to worry about pissing her off, I don't have to worry about doing the wrong thing... cause she'll always be with me, until she dies... It makes me want to cry to think about loosing her... I got her during the worst parts of my life... when I was dealing with all of the confusion of two concusions... all my mental shit... and the confusion of being a little 14 year old boy.
I always wanted a dog, cause I never connected with smokey... and really, I needed a friend...
She's always been my best friend, she's always been there for me. I remember the first months I had her... all I did was talk to her... I would always hug her, and hold her, and sleep with her(actually sleep, nothing perverted...duh, she's a dog). I would cry if I hurt her physically... like if I tried picking her up... and she welped... a few tears would come to my eye... I never want to hurt her... it pains me whenever she get's hurt.
I still talk to her... I hold her whenever I can... and I cuddle with her. These last few days... with my parents gone... when I am at work... I am always like "I wonder if pretty is ok". Sometimes, I feel the need to come home and check on her... but I know she'll manage, it's those cat's I have to worry about haha.
Now with the sappy moment over... I'm gonna eat and go to bed.
It was just me and her, all the way down old spanish trail... up to vail, down I-10 to houghton, then down old vail road to valencia... then I just took Kolb home.
It was sooo nice. She kept laying on me... I love her soo much... The only way I could loose her if she died or ran away. I don't have to worry about fucking up with her, I don't have to worry about pissing her off, I don't have to worry about doing the wrong thing... cause she'll always be with me, until she dies... It makes me want to cry to think about loosing her... I got her during the worst parts of my life... when I was dealing with all of the confusion of two concusions... all my mental shit... and the confusion of being a little 14 year old boy.
I always wanted a dog, cause I never connected with smokey... and really, I needed a friend...
She's always been my best friend, she's always been there for me. I remember the first months I had her... all I did was talk to her... I would always hug her, and hold her, and sleep with her(actually sleep, nothing perverted...duh, she's a dog). I would cry if I hurt her physically... like if I tried picking her up... and she welped... a few tears would come to my eye... I never want to hurt her... it pains me whenever she get's hurt.
I still talk to her... I hold her whenever I can... and I cuddle with her. These last few days... with my parents gone... when I am at work... I am always like "I wonder if pretty is ok". Sometimes, I feel the need to come home and check on her... but I know she'll manage, it's those cat's I have to worry about haha.
Now with the sappy moment over... I'm gonna eat and go to bed.