Tiger, Family, Me

Yesterday I took a blanket, a blank book, and a pen with Tiger and I to the park. We laid in a field, and I pondered life while Tiger tried to chase squirrels. So I'm working on a piece about life's purpose. Don't expect great things...just know it's coming.

Stayed up too late last night, but that's ok. I needed it. I cried for the first time in weeks and it felt so good. I've been on the edge of tears so often recently. Last night was the perfect time to just let them roll. No, I wasn't really crying about anything in particular. Mostly crying because I felt the need to cry. I needed the emotional release. I needed to feel sorry for myself for a little while. And now I feel better. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, nor overly sad, so it was definitely beneficial.

My parents are home from their weekend trip to England. Apparently they had a great, great time. I'm so glad that my parents have each other and are happy. It's unusual to see people who like each other as much as my parents do...especially after 30+ years. I'm glad they're home because the house seems pretty empty without them. It's nice to have them around to goof off with. Last night when I came home from obedience school, they were on the computer together researching the college my cousin, Chris, just got a basketball scholarship to. My dad was reading to my mother, and Mom was telling Dad where to scroll back to. It was so cute!

Changed the bandage on Tiger's tail last night with emotional support from Dad and Karen. I'm not particularly good with blood or anything that looks bloody. So it was tough. Luckily, the wound has stopped bleeding and is looking a lot better. I think Tiger's going to be just fine and his tail is going to remain intact. I even managed to change it with only a couple wimpers from Tiger. This is a BIG improvement since the first time, when he was practically crying at the top of his lungs. God, I love my dog.