The question I ask myself as I stay up far too late (again) doing various things that at the end of the day (or the beginning of tomorrow, as it were) amount to just a waste of time. But the internet is wonderful in that sense. You'll never run out of things to do... or time to waste.
As I sit here, Miller, my two-year-old rottweiler, is randomly letting out soft barks in his sleep. He never barks when he's awake, so I guess he must try and get it in as much barking as he can in his sleep. I worry that he's having a bad dream, and wonder if I should wake him.... I'm sure he'll be fine. I'll have to wake him in a little bit to come upstairs with me anyways.
And when I use the term "my rottweiler," I'm just being subjective. He's actually my brother's rottweiler. But since my brother and I are just two of my many siblings who have resorted to living back with our generous parents, I will call him "my rottweiler" until the day we are forced to part ways. And I love him. He has made me completely change my mind about dogs. I used to loathe them. All they would do, in my mind, would be bark or yip their way through the night, and bark and attack your shoes while you're still wearing them through the day. But that's because it was never "my" dog. It was always the neighbors neglected dalmatians, or my friend's crazy bulldog. Never "my" calm, gentle, albeit easily excited, amazing rottweiler.
I've started a blog! Well, that's pretty much a given, considering you've just read my first blog post... which is about a dog that's not even mine... and I'm okay with that.
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