I just got off the phone with a guy I met at a party last week. He's been interested in getting to know me, but after tonight's conversation, I think he's changed his mind!
For some reason, I tend to direct conversations towards a few topics that can get an array of reactions out of people. Maybe I just like to spice things up from the traditional topics of "what's your major", "where do you work", "how many people are in your family." I've been dating way too long and I just can't handle the monotony.
One subject that always comes up has to do with food, health, and cleansing. Sunday night I met a guy that Keva wanted to hook me up with, Jason. I don't know why I think it's funny to see how people react to my cleansing trip in Costa Rica. Perhaps I say too much too soon. He laughed as I told the story with all the juicy details...right down to the enemas we received every day. I thought he was amused, but needless to say, he didn't ask me out. (Later, I found out it had little to do with the story and more to do with the fact that I'm a redhead. Loser!)
Tonight's conversation had to do with another topic of controversy, homosexuality. I casually mentioned my old roommate who was gay, and that threw us into a 40 minute discussion that almost got a little too heated. Good thing I'm learning to control my temper in these kinds of situations! The thing is, I'm extremely liberal for a Mormon, I'll admit, but I have a hard time with people who take such a conservative stand issues such as homosexuality. They think they know things that they've never experienced before. This guy firmly believes that homosexuality is a choice, a tool of the devil and he doesn't like to be around those kinds of people because of the strong beliefs he has that they are wrong.
I don't claim to know why people are gay or how it fits into God's plan, but I do know from my experience with extremely close friends and family who have struggled with it, that it is not a choice in a lot of cases. These are people who would gladly choose heterosexuality if the could and who have fought same sex attraction their whole lives. The ones I am close to are some of the dearest, sweetest people I know. Their battle is something that gets very little tolerance by those who have limited exposure to it.
He believes all of our desires can be changed through the Atonement. I would like to believe that, but my friends who have begged for Christ's mercy to change their desires and it hasn't happened have given me reason to doubt. I know Christ can do anything for us. I also know sometimes He doesn't. Why? There are some things that don't make sense in life, and that is one of them. When I see him again, that will be one of the first questions I'll ask.
Well, we concluded our conversation by agreeing to disagree, and we strongly disagree. I get the feeling from him that he's extremely conservative about a lot of things that I might be much more open towards. I don't think I would be a good match for someone on that side of the pendulum. Probably won't hear back from him anyway...I think I freaked him out! :P
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Josh Groban in concert
We paid $66 per ticket. I was a little skeptical at first because I wasn't a die hard fan like Keva, but that was only because I hadn't been exposed to him much. After last night's concert, I wish I would have paid $100 to get the tickets down on the floor. To have been that close to such a voice would have been enchanting. It wasn't just his music that captivated me, although that was a huge part of it. It was the moments of child-like playfulness as he let his 26 year old high- on- life personality connect with the audience. Watching his personality unfold, I felt my insides do little somersaults as he flirted with the crowd and turned on the charm. I've always been a sucker for charm. I felt like a teenager all over again obssessed with the latest teen dream boat!
His music is sophisticated, complex, and powerful. His voice was so moving, it left me thanking Heavenly Father for creating something so beautiful. Majestic is the word that comes to mind. His voice is majestic.
And then, he stops singing, and immediately, he's back into his 26 year old soul. He pokes fun of his music, calling it "so romantic it's almost border line gag me with a spoon". And yet the women love it, and that's why he writes it. At least he'll admit it. :)
A few people sitting directly in front of him had gifts that they had brought for him, which he playfully accepted. He had the crowd roaring with laughter as he put on the silly cowboy hat he was given and did an impressive impersonation of John Bon Jovi singing "Dead or Alive". He broke into a few other kareoke type songs, and at one point I almost forgot I was there to see a world famous opera singer instead of a comedy show. It was charming to say the least.
Towards the end, he sat on the edge of the stage, bringing a little girl up from the audience to sit next to him while being surrounded by mobs of women. He talked to them, laughed with them and sang to them. They were putty in his hands, as were the rest of us. Maybe it had something to do with that sparkly smile of his that shone through his eyes and lit up the whole stadium. I think every woman in that audience went home dreaming about being his one true love!
What would it be like to be in his shoes, I wondered throughout the night. To have everyone in that room focused solely on him from the camera crew to the audience to the other musicians. Everyone was there for just one man, and he didn't let them down. His musicians were equally impressive. A cello player and a violinist shared his stage, and did some awesome solo performances of their own. What talent! I'm blown away.
They did three encores, but it still wasn't enough. I could have watched and listened to him all night. I think God grants some souls special talents simply to beautify this world. I'm so grateful I got to experience this one.
His music is sophisticated, complex, and powerful. His voice was so moving, it left me thanking Heavenly Father for creating something so beautiful. Majestic is the word that comes to mind. His voice is majestic.
And then, he stops singing, and immediately, he's back into his 26 year old soul. He pokes fun of his music, calling it "so romantic it's almost border line gag me with a spoon". And yet the women love it, and that's why he writes it. At least he'll admit it. :)
A few people sitting directly in front of him had gifts that they had brought for him, which he playfully accepted. He had the crowd roaring with laughter as he put on the silly cowboy hat he was given and did an impressive impersonation of John Bon Jovi singing "Dead or Alive". He broke into a few other kareoke type songs, and at one point I almost forgot I was there to see a world famous opera singer instead of a comedy show. It was charming to say the least.
Towards the end, he sat on the edge of the stage, bringing a little girl up from the audience to sit next to him while being surrounded by mobs of women. He talked to them, laughed with them and sang to them. They were putty in his hands, as were the rest of us. Maybe it had something to do with that sparkly smile of his that shone through his eyes and lit up the whole stadium. I think every woman in that audience went home dreaming about being his one true love!
What would it be like to be in his shoes, I wondered throughout the night. To have everyone in that room focused solely on him from the camera crew to the audience to the other musicians. Everyone was there for just one man, and he didn't let them down. His musicians were equally impressive. A cello player and a violinist shared his stage, and did some awesome solo performances of their own. What talent! I'm blown away.
They did three encores, but it still wasn't enough. I could have watched and listened to him all night. I think God grants some souls special talents simply to beautify this world. I'm so grateful I got to experience this one.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
In The Face of Death
I had an interesting experience with death today. I don't really like to think about it, but it's worth noting just because of the subject matter. Keva and I were cleaning with the back door open when a little tiny bird flew in and landed on the floor. Keva literally picked the little guy up and set him on the garbage bin outside without hardly a struggle from him at all. We observed his tiny body sitting there, and he seemed to be doing the same with us. As if he were too young to know he should be afraid of us, he made no indication that he was nervous at all. In fact, I reached out and put a finger under his breast in an attempt to convince him to step onto it. He didn't seem to mind me touching him, although he had no idea what to do with my finger.
It was a sweet, tender moment with one of Mother Nature's creations. Like the lion and the lamb that will one day lie down together without any scorn, there seemed to be no barriers between us, no limiting beliefs about how we should behave being so close to one another. I felt grateful to him for trusting us by putting himself in such a vulnerable position.
It lasted only a few moments, and then he flew under the SUV parked in the driveway. I turned away for a second, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside from having had that experience, when I heard Keva say, "Bridgette, stay away from the bird." It only took an instant, and when I turned around, I found Keva's cat holding my little friend in her mouth. Keva darted over to Bridgette and tried to pry her mouth open, but without any luck. The cat was acting on her primal instincts, what she was created to do, hunt and kill her prey. I had no hard feelings against Bridgette for being the animal she is. At least I know she will keep the mice away in the winter. I have no problem with her killing mice, and if I hadn't experienced the little bird as I had just moments before, I wouldn't have thought twice about the feathers hanging from her mouth. As it was, however, I hated the scene before me. I went back into the house with a sadness in my heart, and commenced preparing dinner. I tried not to think about it, but even now I feel sorry that it turned out that way.
Interestingly enough, I had my visiting teachees over for dinner tonight and the lesson that accompanied it was about death and the resurrection. Do you think that animals will resurrect? What about a little bird that 's too naive to run from it's enemies? I sure hope so.
I guess if the lamb and the lion will be friends one day, it would have to be in another world, and they'd have to have bodies or they couldn't really lie down together at all. I guess their little spirits have to go somewhere when they die, and so it would only make sense that they would be reunited with their bodies one day just as we will be. There's not really anywhere else for their spirits to float off to, and they bring so much joy to life. Of course they will be with us again. :)
OK, I can sleep well now, knowing that I'll see that little bird again. Maybe one day he and Bridgette will even be friends.
It was a sweet, tender moment with one of Mother Nature's creations. Like the lion and the lamb that will one day lie down together without any scorn, there seemed to be no barriers between us, no limiting beliefs about how we should behave being so close to one another. I felt grateful to him for trusting us by putting himself in such a vulnerable position.
It lasted only a few moments, and then he flew under the SUV parked in the driveway. I turned away for a second, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside from having had that experience, when I heard Keva say, "Bridgette, stay away from the bird." It only took an instant, and when I turned around, I found Keva's cat holding my little friend in her mouth. Keva darted over to Bridgette and tried to pry her mouth open, but without any luck. The cat was acting on her primal instincts, what she was created to do, hunt and kill her prey. I had no hard feelings against Bridgette for being the animal she is. At least I know she will keep the mice away in the winter. I have no problem with her killing mice, and if I hadn't experienced the little bird as I had just moments before, I wouldn't have thought twice about the feathers hanging from her mouth. As it was, however, I hated the scene before me. I went back into the house with a sadness in my heart, and commenced preparing dinner. I tried not to think about it, but even now I feel sorry that it turned out that way.
Interestingly enough, I had my visiting teachees over for dinner tonight and the lesson that accompanied it was about death and the resurrection. Do you think that animals will resurrect? What about a little bird that 's too naive to run from it's enemies? I sure hope so.
I guess if the lamb and the lion will be friends one day, it would have to be in another world, and they'd have to have bodies or they couldn't really lie down together at all. I guess their little spirits have to go somewhere when they die, and so it would only make sense that they would be reunited with their bodies one day just as we will be. There's not really anywhere else for their spirits to float off to, and they bring so much joy to life. Of course they will be with us again. :)
OK, I can sleep well now, knowing that I'll see that little bird again. Maybe one day he and Bridgette will even be friends.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Anyone know a good therapist?
The thought has crossed my mind several times lately to look into getting a dating coach, or a dating therapist, perhaps! I've found that since my last heartbreak, which was more painful by far than any other, some serious walls have gone up, and I can't even visualize getting past them. I'm becoming concerned.
For example, I used to be quite open to developing crushes, flirting, and connecting with men, even though I told myself I'd never trust a man again. There was something in me that just wouldn't give up, as much as I wanted to. I've noticed now that even when I meet a guy that I think is attractive, I immediately extinguish any kind of chemistry I might feel with him. I'm very cautious about being too flirtatious, and I usually just turn the relationship into something platonic, or walk away from it all together.
This isn't a good thing. I used to be able to see myself in a happy relationship with a man, although I've never had one, but I can't even visualize that anymore. My experiences with men haven't been anything to brag about, but it has taught me that men have a language they use with women, and it doesn't literally mean what we think it means. I'm starting to understand their language, and it's really depressing!
When a man says, "you're everything I want in a woman", what he really means is "I want a woman just like you, but I don't want you."
When he talks about doing things with you in the future, he's really saying, "one day I want to do these things with a woman, but not necessarily with you."
"You're so easy to talk to" means "will you be my therapist?"
"You're the full package" translates to "some guy's gonna be really lucky to get you, but it isn't me"
"If I wasn't so far away/in a relationship/married or gay, I'd totally date you!" is really just a nice way of saying, "Thank God I'm far away/in a relationship/married or gay so I don't have to tell you the real reasons I wouldn't date you!"
"You're so kind and giving" is code for "of course I'll accept your love and affection, just don't expect anything in return."
"I wish you would call me" means "I want my ego stroked. Make me feel like you want me so I can turn you down."
and the mother of all: "I really like/love you" simply means "too bad you're not a guy; you'd make a great buddy."
Ya, I know I'm a little bitter. See why I could use a therapist? If anyone knows a good one, send them my way. I'm the meantime, I'll be sabatoging any chance I may have at finding a great man.
For example, I used to be quite open to developing crushes, flirting, and connecting with men, even though I told myself I'd never trust a man again. There was something in me that just wouldn't give up, as much as I wanted to. I've noticed now that even when I meet a guy that I think is attractive, I immediately extinguish any kind of chemistry I might feel with him. I'm very cautious about being too flirtatious, and I usually just turn the relationship into something platonic, or walk away from it all together.
This isn't a good thing. I used to be able to see myself in a happy relationship with a man, although I've never had one, but I can't even visualize that anymore. My experiences with men haven't been anything to brag about, but it has taught me that men have a language they use with women, and it doesn't literally mean what we think it means. I'm starting to understand their language, and it's really depressing!
When a man says, "you're everything I want in a woman", what he really means is "I want a woman just like you, but I don't want you."
When he talks about doing things with you in the future, he's really saying, "one day I want to do these things with a woman, but not necessarily with you."
"You're so easy to talk to" means "will you be my therapist?"
"You're the full package" translates to "some guy's gonna be really lucky to get you, but it isn't me"
"If I wasn't so far away/in a relationship/married or gay, I'd totally date you!" is really just a nice way of saying, "Thank God I'm far away/in a relationship/married or gay so I don't have to tell you the real reasons I wouldn't date you!"
"You're so kind and giving" is code for "of course I'll accept your love and affection, just don't expect anything in return."
"I wish you would call me" means "I want my ego stroked. Make me feel like you want me so I can turn you down."
and the mother of all: "I really like/love you" simply means "too bad you're not a guy; you'd make a great buddy."
Ya, I know I'm a little bitter. See why I could use a therapist? If anyone knows a good one, send them my way. I'm the meantime, I'll be sabatoging any chance I may have at finding a great man.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
There's something about large bodies of water that really calm my soul. Until recently, I much preferred to look at water or be on the water rather than in it. This summer I've been challenging myself to be in it more. I had a friend of mine give me a few swimming lessons, and although I still can't make it all the way across a 50 meter pool doing the free stroke, I am improving, and I am starting to enjoy it.
Last night was my final scuba diving class before getting certified. This weekend are our open water dives out in Tooele. I think I could really enjoy this sport, if you can call it that. Once I figured out how to use all of the equiment, and practiced a few skills under water, I felt a lot more comfortable. Now, I'm kinda stoked to advance from an 8 foot pool to something with a sandy bottom...and fish. Apparantly, there's a couple of really nice sharks we'll be swimming with as well.
Another water sport I'm getting into is rowing, olympic style. I just got back from the Great Salt Lake tonight where I rowed with Nicole and some cancer survivors from the Huntsman Cancer Institute. It was a beautiful evening. The sunset turned the water pink, and the sail boats off in the distance created a picture perfect scene. Other than the masses of bugs that swarm around the dock, it was a flawless evening.
In addition to water sports, I've done quite a number of memorable activities this summer...some for the first time ever. If I ever want to look back on the summer of 2007, this is a list of highlights:
1. Enjoying camping for the first time ever, thanks to an air mattress.
2. First time in Moab
3. First trip to Lake Powell
4. Seattle with Marlo and Jerica
5. Learning to swim
6. Rowing
7. Certifying in scuba
8. Running the Wasatch Back relay
9. Running a 10K on Pioneer Day
10. Brandi Carlile concert in Boise with Dainon
11. Sun Valley with the ward
12. My first dog, D'ogee
13. Bike rides along the Jordan River trail
14. Involvment with African refugees
15. Healthy Potlucks on Sunday at Liberty Park
16. Lagoon with nieces and nephews
Pretty full summer, eh?
Last night was my final scuba diving class before getting certified. This weekend are our open water dives out in Tooele. I think I could really enjoy this sport, if you can call it that. Once I figured out how to use all of the equiment, and practiced a few skills under water, I felt a lot more comfortable. Now, I'm kinda stoked to advance from an 8 foot pool to something with a sandy bottom...and fish. Apparantly, there's a couple of really nice sharks we'll be swimming with as well.
Another water sport I'm getting into is rowing, olympic style. I just got back from the Great Salt Lake tonight where I rowed with Nicole and some cancer survivors from the Huntsman Cancer Institute. It was a beautiful evening. The sunset turned the water pink, and the sail boats off in the distance created a picture perfect scene. Other than the masses of bugs that swarm around the dock, it was a flawless evening.
In addition to water sports, I've done quite a number of memorable activities this summer...some for the first time ever. If I ever want to look back on the summer of 2007, this is a list of highlights:
1. Enjoying camping for the first time ever, thanks to an air mattress.
2. First time in Moab
3. First trip to Lake Powell
4. Seattle with Marlo and Jerica
5. Learning to swim
6. Rowing
7. Certifying in scuba
8. Running the Wasatch Back relay
9. Running a 10K on Pioneer Day
10. Brandi Carlile concert in Boise with Dainon
11. Sun Valley with the ward
12. My first dog, D'ogee
13. Bike rides along the Jordan River trail
14. Involvment with African refugees
15. Healthy Potlucks on Sunday at Liberty Park
16. Lagoon with nieces and nephews
Pretty full summer, eh?
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
The two cutest little creatures ever.
My niece's birthday party was Sunday night. Between her and my little dog, I don't know how much cuter cute can get. I didn't mean to monopolize all of her attention with D'Ogee, but she would've much rather played with him than open her presents. I actually hid him for a while so she could focus on her huge stack of gifts waiting to be opened. Being the only grandchild on either side of the family, she's one spoiled little girl, but so is my dog. It's hard to say no to such cute little faces. Don't you agree?
Friday, August 10, 2007
BBQ and Brienholt
I was reminded tonight, once again, why I don't go to church single's events. Sometimes I get this complusive desire to try to be social, and I open myself up to new possibilities to meet people. When I say people, I really mean guys, but more often than not I usually end up meeting incredibly interesting, amazing women. It's been a long time, though, since I've been open enough to attend any type of activity put on by the church for singles. The reason: I can almost guarantee everyone will be at least 8 years younger than me if it's a young single adult activity, and if it's on "older" single's gathering I will undoubtedly have 45 year old men following me around pretending to be interested in my career so they can get my number and call me about "business".
Tonight was a young single's activity. I knew when my kind neighbor invited me to it, excited to tell me how much fun it would be, and that her 17 year old son wished he was 18 so that he would be old enough to go, that my chances of meeting men my age would be very slim. I don't know why I decided to try it out anyway. Fortunately, I got my roommate Keva and my friend Deb to accompany me. It was a BBQ followed by Peter Brienholt in concert. I'm so not a Brienholt fan, but I hoped the BBQ would at least be worth the registration fee of $15.00.
However, once I eliminated all of the foods that I don't eat, I was down to a veggie burger, condiments, a few veggies and water. I was hoping for at least some watermelon. In my most optimistic fantasy, I envisioned dutch oven BBQ'd meat, corn on the cob, pork and beans, and an array of salads. Instead I found myself choosing between burgers or hot dogs on cheap, white buns, a personal sized bag of chips and packaged cookies. Not exactly a $15 meal.
Once we had eaten, I spread a blanket down on the grass and got ready for some post-dinner entertainment. A few other girls joined our party of 3, and we spent the majority of the concert talking, giggling, and making fun of the music. It's a little on the cheesy side, and although i do like the sound of mandalins, banjos and fiddles, after about 3 songs, they all start to sound the same. If it hadn't been for the company, I would have left an hour before I did. Once the crowd got up and started dancing in high school fashion, I knew I had met my quota for the evening.
I found myself much more enthusiastic to get back to my dog than to stick around and make conversation with any of the men in the crowd.
Why do I keep doing things like this, I ask myself. When will it ever end? When will I be free from these ridiculous single's activities.? They just aren't fun anymore.
At least I have my dog. He's wearing a t-shirt because the vet had to shave a strip off of his back to scrape off this nasty scab that had formed. He's so adorable in his green baseball t-shirt.
He's sleeping under my bed, and he snores. I really love this dog.
Tonight was a young single's activity. I knew when my kind neighbor invited me to it, excited to tell me how much fun it would be, and that her 17 year old son wished he was 18 so that he would be old enough to go, that my chances of meeting men my age would be very slim. I don't know why I decided to try it out anyway. Fortunately, I got my roommate Keva and my friend Deb to accompany me. It was a BBQ followed by Peter Brienholt in concert. I'm so not a Brienholt fan, but I hoped the BBQ would at least be worth the registration fee of $15.00.
However, once I eliminated all of the foods that I don't eat, I was down to a veggie burger, condiments, a few veggies and water. I was hoping for at least some watermelon. In my most optimistic fantasy, I envisioned dutch oven BBQ'd meat, corn on the cob, pork and beans, and an array of salads. Instead I found myself choosing between burgers or hot dogs on cheap, white buns, a personal sized bag of chips and packaged cookies. Not exactly a $15 meal.
Once we had eaten, I spread a blanket down on the grass and got ready for some post-dinner entertainment. A few other girls joined our party of 3, and we spent the majority of the concert talking, giggling, and making fun of the music. It's a little on the cheesy side, and although i do like the sound of mandalins, banjos and fiddles, after about 3 songs, they all start to sound the same. If it hadn't been for the company, I would have left an hour before I did. Once the crowd got up and started dancing in high school fashion, I knew I had met my quota for the evening.
I found myself much more enthusiastic to get back to my dog than to stick around and make conversation with any of the men in the crowd.
Why do I keep doing things like this, I ask myself. When will it ever end? When will I be free from these ridiculous single's activities.? They just aren't fun anymore.
At least I have my dog. He's wearing a t-shirt because the vet had to shave a strip off of his back to scrape off this nasty scab that had formed. He's so adorable in his green baseball t-shirt.
He's sleeping under my bed, and he snores. I really love this dog.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
I Used to Hate Dogs.......
Hate is kind of a strong word. I would never have hurt a dog. I just found them incredibly annoying. As long as they didn't touch me, bark at me, jump on me or sniff my crotch, I didn't mind them so bad. Mostly, I just liked stuffed dogs.
My friends and family all knew about my aversion to dogs. So, you can imagine their surprise when one day, seemingly out of the blue, I announced that I had bought a dog.
The idea had been planted in my brain about a year ago when my roommate at the time began begging me to let her get a small lap dog. "No freaking way" was my frist response, and my second, third and so forth. She was relentless in her begging. I would have thrown her out of the house if I hadn't liked her so much. She was so persistant that I half considered the idea when I met some adorable Maltese puppies at the State Fair in Idaho that fall. I almost got one then, but I couldn't get past the idea of a dog peeing in my house, and so I gave my roommate one final "No", and that put an end to it.
Then, one strange day about a year later, I suddenly wanted a dog. Maybe I had finally gotten lonely enough that I was willing to accept companionship from wherever I could get it, or maybe my anti-anxiety medication finally kicked in, but one day I had a change of heart, and I began considering a dog once again. Now that I have the perfect dog for me, I'm inclined to believe it was a little nudge from God that guided me to a rescue shelter down in Orem where I found D'ogee (pronounced as if you were spelling the word 'dog').
Why is he the perfect dog for me? He's too small to sniff crotches; he doesn't shed; rarely yaps; is old enough to be content just snuggling up to me and young enough to do cartwheels when I come home, even if I've only been gone 5 minutes. Plus, he has a little face that just puts a big grin on my face. I don't think a mother could find her baby more adorable than I find this dog. I've always heard the phrase, "a dog is man's best friends", but until now I had never felt that kind of a connection with one before. Suddenly, I get what loyalty feels like. I've heard that rescued dogs have a tendancy to create a strong attachment to their new owners, but I like to believe he won't let me out of his sight because he thinks I'm the greatest thing since pulled pork. If only I could find a man this loyal and loving!
I used to make fun of people who treated their dogs like humans, but I have to admit, my motherly instincts are kicking in, and I'm finding myself doing ridiculous things like wiping his face after he eats and wrapping him in baby blankets while I cradle him on my lap. My friend says I'm turning into a crazy dog woman. There might be some truth to that. I never thought I would see the day, but what can I say? I sure do love this dog.
My friends and family all knew about my aversion to dogs. So, you can imagine their surprise when one day, seemingly out of the blue, I announced that I had bought a dog.
The idea had been planted in my brain about a year ago when my roommate at the time began begging me to let her get a small lap dog. "No freaking way" was my frist response, and my second, third and so forth. She was relentless in her begging. I would have thrown her out of the house if I hadn't liked her so much. She was so persistant that I half considered the idea when I met some adorable Maltese puppies at the State Fair in Idaho that fall. I almost got one then, but I couldn't get past the idea of a dog peeing in my house, and so I gave my roommate one final "No", and that put an end to it.
Then, one strange day about a year later, I suddenly wanted a dog. Maybe I had finally gotten lonely enough that I was willing to accept companionship from wherever I could get it, or maybe my anti-anxiety medication finally kicked in, but one day I had a change of heart, and I began considering a dog once again. Now that I have the perfect dog for me, I'm inclined to believe it was a little nudge from God that guided me to a rescue shelter down in Orem where I found D'ogee (pronounced as if you were spelling the word 'dog').
Why is he the perfect dog for me? He's too small to sniff crotches; he doesn't shed; rarely yaps; is old enough to be content just snuggling up to me and young enough to do cartwheels when I come home, even if I've only been gone 5 minutes. Plus, he has a little face that just puts a big grin on my face. I don't think a mother could find her baby more adorable than I find this dog. I've always heard the phrase, "a dog is man's best friends", but until now I had never felt that kind of a connection with one before. Suddenly, I get what loyalty feels like. I've heard that rescued dogs have a tendancy to create a strong attachment to their new owners, but I like to believe he won't let me out of his sight because he thinks I'm the greatest thing since pulled pork. If only I could find a man this loyal and loving!
I used to make fun of people who treated their dogs like humans, but I have to admit, my motherly instincts are kicking in, and I'm finding myself doing ridiculous things like wiping his face after he eats and wrapping him in baby blankets while I cradle him on my lap. My friend says I'm turning into a crazy dog woman. There might be some truth to that. I never thought I would see the day, but what can I say? I sure do love this dog.
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