My friends are awesome.
Sometimes they make me shed a little thug juice from the nice things they do.
To my dearest friends, you know who you are:
You guys rock.
I had to get that out. I’m just kidding. Sort of. I’ve been studying for finals and getting ready to move out of the Souf. Yay me! I’ll have “something” up soon. With “soon” being a very subjective term. So, basically, it’s like this. I have a butt-load of topics. I’m just too lazy to get them going. I need to be inspired. Just bear with me, dear reader. I guarantee to be back soon.
This is a very special post. Some of you may think I’m crazy for doing this, but if you never experienced it, then you don’t know how it feels.
While I don’t know all of the details, I will miss that tiny bundle of joy.
I remember when Rocky* first brought her to our hellhole job. She was so small, she could fit in the palm of your hand. Well, she still could, considering Bella was less than 5 pounds.
She was a newborn and had milk on her breath. It was the cutest thing ever. She reminded me of my pooch, Sassy, when we first got her.
Bella was a great dog. Even after some trifling, I mean TRIFLING people in Rocky’s neighborhood stole her and LIED about having her and ABUSING Bella, she was still the sweetest dog you could ever meet. If she didn’t like you, she just didn’t like you. But one thing is for sure, Bella will warm up to you if you treat her well.
I remember once when Rocky*, J*, and I had a Twilight movie night [don’t judge us] and brought over our dogs. Somehow the three girls got out of the yard and the other dog, Bentley, was nowhere to be found. He was probably hiding from my dog who kept chasing him, lol.
To this day, I still say that Bella led my dog outside because Sassy will NEVER go outside by herself. Rocky denies it, but I bet she thinks the same deep down. 😛
[In all seriousness, I think it was J’s dog, Brooklyn, that led our dogs astray.]
Even as recently as this past summer, when Rocky brought Bella over, Bella made sure she felt at home by marking her territory in our kitchen.
My mom didn’t get her like she would have Sassy, and because of that, she never left my mom’s lap that night.
I don’t know what is wrong with people who have dogs like pit bulls and rottweilers in their yards running around freely like that.
Now, I don’t care if you have those types of dogs, but please, PLEASE make sure they can’t escape the yard. Bring them INSIDE or PUT THEM ON LOCKDOWN.
Because of what happened to Bella, and Miracle, R.I.P, I’m absolutely terrified of letting my dog outside the yard. Especially since the contractor we hired to redo our backyard fence did such a fantastic job that my dog now knows what freedom tastes like by escaping!
I know what my good friend is going through. When I was 10, I watched someone just run over my chow mix dog. Just didn’t give a damn and kept going. Do you know what that does to a young girl who grew up with a pet? Especially when there was one in the home before she was born? I ended up at the hospital having a panic attack and throwing up because of that incident. I had nightmares about that for years. They stopped when I turned 17. That will seriously mess a person up.
Rocky, I know you’re grieving right now, but just know that Bella is in a better place with all of the milk and show dog spray she can handle. Miracle too. And my dog Benjamin for that matter. We’re all grieving. Bella was everyone’s child; she was stuck-up at times, but really sweet at others. At this point, I don’t even want to know all of the details. Just know that I’m here if you need me.
*Nicknames and initials used to protect the innocent
So, it’s been a while since I said something. And don’t tap your calendar saying
“It’s been almost a whole month!”
And I’m just an absolute wreck.
First my ex, Asshat, contacts me, completely out of the blue. Where else? On that devil site, Facebook.
Did you conveniently forget how torturous the last 3 1/2 years have been? Because I didn’t.
But it’s all good.
Because I’m finally leaving the South. Again!! I can’t wait to leave this stupid school that hasn’t had a decent football season since 2009 and almost lost our homecoming game this year against my FORMER school [I only support my old school in basketball. Nothing else.]
Maybe by leaving this school, I’ll be motivated to continue and update “daily.”
Shout out to my bestie’s baby boy, Brutus, [name changed to protect the cute and innocent] on his 9 month birthday!!
Daily Dose of Vital Information
If you can’t tell by the title of this blog, “DanisDailyDose” that I’m a female…
You need to retake anatomy.
This daily dose was spurred by a pending comment left for me when I logged in. Last time I checked, I am female.
So, someone is a year older today!
Not my dog….
Not even the creepy men in this state…
It’s my bestie’s!!
And even though she’s in another state, she can live vicariously through this post for all of the fun things I had planned for today.
First we would have woken up and cheered for she’s old now!
Then we would have went and got our nails done,
everything big. Although she beat me to the punch (didn’t you, blondie? :D).
Afterwards, we would have went to Jun Lee.
And she would have splurged her little heart out on doorknockers, brass knuckles, and all kinds of crazy stuff.
Then we would have went to eat
or here. Depending on what she was in the mood for.
I wish she would have been here long enough to go here…
Then I would have played with her kidlets
and made it back home in time to beat the shopping traffic.
Because I’m in school, duh, and I refuse to drive down just to turn right back around and go to class.
This would have been an all day Saturday event.
So cheers, Bestie,
I hope you enjoy your birthday cake I made for you. 😀
*blows off dust*
Like I warned you before, I wouldn’t be updating daily.
I just got remarried to my two lovers:
books and the library.
Don’t worry. They’re not the jealous type. It’s kind of like Naomi Campbell and her married billionaire boyfriend …
Only difference is, I’m not a cheater and I still have my hair edges and not resembling the U.S. bird of prey…
So antywho, back into hibernation I go. But I should have something slapped together for my minions who actually read this.