My Dogders

Epiphany. of the small sort. I just realized that I love blog4reel like a dogder. I won't say a child because I have no idea what that's like. No doubt it's freaky. Not that the child itself is freaky (I mean no insult to the little ones) but the idea of being responsible for another soul brings out my neurotic side. I break out in hives and want to vomit. I mean it's just such a daunting task, I can barely handle the stress of having a dog. Thus the dogder, that's what Josh calls her - our Dogder, which is doubly cute because she has this face she makes when she gets her upper lip caught on her teeth that we call her 'der face'. So anyway, that whole last sentence is exactly why I should never be a parent. I'd be the freaky over-protective, obsessive mom.
I had to take Roxy to the vet today to get her rabies shot so she can go get her teeth done next week because those damn inbred chihuahua genes are causing her to have bad teeth or small dogs just have week teeth, I don't know, but she's going to start going to the dentist more than I do from now on. And I'll do this not because I'm a crazy dog person (which sadly yes I've become) but because even the thought of causing another living creature a second's pain is verboten (I hope I spelled that right) to me. I cried on and off the entire day last wed when I happened to notice that she's already lost a tooth. And I don't usually cry. But I was disgusted with myself because I should know better. I do know better but I've kind of been putting it off because I've heard horror stories about the dangers of putting little dogs under, which they have to do. Anyway, I messed up but it's so hard to see them suffer. I made Josh stay with Roxy when she got her shot today; I'm such a wuss. Whatever. If you can stand that, you're a hardened criminal and probably just got out of the pen or you have a damaged frontal lobe. Either way...

I just realized today how much I truly love Blog4Reel, in the same unhealthy way that I love Roxy, which is sweet but more scary. I think I've blocked my attachment to it in case it fails but you know what... even if it ends up being the weird little kid in school that hides in the back of the class and makes elephants out of tinfoil, I'll still love it.

These blogs are making me I feel like I'm being psychoanaylized - by myself. Is that even possible?

Maybe it's just all these electromagnetic waves.... think maybe it's time to get off the computer.

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