My boyfriend and I helped rescue a dog that had been abandoned at my apartments yesterday. The chilly air reminds me that there are so many animals out there who are homeless and suffer during the cold months. I’m happy we were able to help this puppy find a home, but I am disgusted by those who are able to turn their back on an innocent animal. I hope I can help more of them in the future, but for now I am spoiling my Westie and letting him know that he will be loved until the day he is no longer with us.
We keep it chilly in my apartment at night, so I receive a rude awakening every morning when I step outside to walk the dog and I am slapped across the face by Houston’s slimy heat. I spend the brief moments before entering my hell thinking, “Maybe I’ll wear pants today,” which quickly turns into, “I am ready for death.”
Skirts and t-shirts are the only outfit that keep me from packing my bags and moving to Greenland. Imagine the photos though. Hm.