On Puppy Love

So I was all ready to make today's blog about all of the ridiculous, weird, and stressful things that happened today. I had half a blog post written up in my head about how I was sick of being me, and tired of hitting my head up against the wall while doing things I thought I was good at. I did get to see a friend I hadn't seen in a very long time for about an hour today. However, my day was mostly a mix of that feeling you get when you hit all the red lights when you're really late, and when your computer crashes right before you finish a project/essay and you have no back-up.

But then I decided to ignore the universe and a large portion of the people in it by running on the treadmill until my feet couldn't quite run anymore while reading Harry Potter and listening to Superchick songs. While this definitely helped, I was still kind of angry at myself and the things that happened today, so I sat out on the deck in my backyard under a pretty blue sky in the shade while my dog switched between running around me, licking my face, and sitting down as close to me as she possibly could.

I really don't understand people who don't like animals because my dog honestly made everything better.

Because this post isn't sappy enough as it is, here's a picture with both a puppy and a little kid (even though I think half the people that read this blog have already seen this in some form or another).

That's me right after turning nine, with my dog pretty soon after we got her. Complete with an old Sunday School craft colored by a meticulous eight-year-old who didn't like coloring outside the lines (but couldn't quite stay inside them).

Hopefully I will figure out a way to make tomorrow's BEDA post more fun than the first three. Until then, farewell internet!