Dusty is my fourteen year old Pekingese with one eye. I'm not sure how he lost his eye; I adopted him as an adult after the owner passed away and he was already seeing the world with one headlight at that time. He is my faithful companion and I love him, even though he thinks my entire apartment is his personal toilet.
But he's tired of listening to my bitching after my long day at work. He walks away, like he's heard it all before. And he probably has. I tend to be repetitive when I'm venting and I guess fourteen year old Pekes have better things to do such as snorting, sneezing, falling asleep and barfing up food in hidden corners. Such is his sweet life.
So it's time to find a new audience. I've jumped on the bandwagon and started a blog. I can pour out my heart and soul into cyberspace. Vent my frustrations. Impart words of wisdom. Let you know, in some small way, what it's like to be in my world.
Oh who am I kidding? This blog is for me. It's cheap therapy. Or maybe it's just cheap.
I'll let you decide.