yes, barely alive. so to recapture the last few months...lets see. well, im moving to my own place...decided that fostering 9 weimaraner puppies was a good thing to do in the middle of a move. and yes, in the words of hunter..."mom, this is the best thing you have ever done." so there, it was a good idea, and we have enjoyed these beautiful pups thoroughly...poop and all.
and cant wait to get in my own little house...did i say little? yeah, i said little and i am so happy. half the size of this cavernous monstrosity. get the keys tomorrow. and...am officially not connected to anyone. anymore. that means no one. zilch, squat, nada. no one but me. and thats a good thing. been a long time coming.
sometimes less is more.
although sometimes i miss the feel of a mans hand in mine. someday, my friend, someday i will feel that again. for now, a dog will have to do.
