Officer Andy.

I got kissed by a police dog today.

My favorite dog went back to the shelter he came from today. I wish I had enough guts to find out where he is so I could go visit. I'm afraid though that if I don't let go now, I'll become too attached. Then I'll cry everyday thinking about the fact I couldn't give him a home. I love what I'm doing, I love every minute I'm in that building, but its full of heartache.

Having a sixty pound GSD officer sit on me and act like a noodle made me feel better though.

I wish I could say Betty suffices as a pet. In all reality, she doesn't. She's nothing like my cats, who are a thousand times more intelligent and a thousand times less annoying. And she's not mine. She's just there, always chewing on my freaking hands, and jumping on me.

Now I feel whiny. I hate living without my pets. I need to win Publisher's Clearing House. Then I would be set.

And I'm off. Otherwise pretty soon I'll start intentionally smearing my mascara, get my eyebrow pierced, and start wearing shirts plastered with saying that attempt to be enigmatic.