An extra day in the week.

I just realized that today is Monday and not Tuesday. For some reason, I had in my head that today was Tuesday. And Tuesday would mean that it was that much closer to Friday. That much closer from my 48 hour separation from this computer and this cubicle. But alas, it's Monday.

Sometimes I get to thinking about my life. About the progress that i've made. About the changes in my world. About the differences between what was my reality then and what my reality is now.

Now, I work. Day in and day out. Then, I played and sometimes studied. Now, I have a puppy. (Who is still the sweetest and cutest puppy in the world) Then, I tried every means to avoid the sadness. Now, I sit and rest for fun. Then, I played rugby and searched for the next exciting thing that would almost, but never really, get me in trouble. I lived for the highs then. Now, the lows confront me. I wasn't looking for them but somehow they found me. After all, how can one be sad with all of this? I have a job. I can pay my bills and feed myself and my puppy. I have friends. I live near a beach. Still, I crave more. Not more, actually, just different. Something different.

And on a completely different note, I don't understand how puppies don't make some people happy. I have my new foster dog now. He's a poodle mix. He's a sweet dog. He's only got one eye. He was born without it. But I feel like since I've gotten the foster dog, my SO disapproves. The great thing is that he doesn't SAY anything. He just acts like they are the biggest pain in the ass. Not outrightly though. It's just a vibe I get. He wasn't supportive of me getting Nora. Why would he be supportive of me getting a foster dog? And most of my friends are convinced that I'm not going to be able to give the dog up. But I know the definition of foster. It's a non-permanent kind of thing. And really, I'm going to advertise the hell out of this little guy so that some kind soul adopts him and I can prove to everyone else that I can be a foster mom and deal with handing the dog over to the adoptive family.

I just don't appreciate people being judgemental and doubting my abilities. I can do whatever I set my mind to do. And I'm inactively supportive of his football and golf addictions. I deal with the 3-12 + hours of football or football and golf combos. He does his thing and I'm ok with that. I don't have a mindless addiction like football. I see no value in sitting for hours to watch a game. A game that affects the world in no way at all. It doesn't help starving children in Africa. It doesn't add value to peoples' lives. It doesn't put food on the table for the children. It doesn't have an emotional or mental attribute--unless, you are one who gets caught up in those sorts of things. And yes, maybe it's unfortunate or inconvienent for me to have a dog and sometimes dogs--plural. But to me, they are priceless. They are why I get out of bed every morning. They fill my world with happiness. They bounce and bark and play. They come and snuggle next to me. They fall asleep in the most awkward positions. I look forward to their pattering paws as I approach the backdoor of the apartment. Maybe, my love for dogs is silly to some. But they enrich lives. They actively enrich lives. They yawn and lick and give you that look that you would trade for the world. They love you unconditionally. All they want back is your attention and care. Whether it be unfortunate or inconvienent or both, I will have dogs in my life. They light up my world reminding me that it's not such a bad place after all.

How do non-dog lovers make it through the days?