I have some exciting fun things to announce :)
First of all, the blog is going to be featured on a fellow milspouse's site at
which is very exciting
because I have been emailing with her,
and she is an AMAZING person!!
Yet again I am so happy I began to blog
because I have met such a vast group of great women.
Her blog spoke to me more than I think anyone else's has done.
Her story is so similar to mine,
her feelings at the beginning of military life and the wisdom she brings is worth so much.
So she asked me if she could feature me
on her Different Perspectives page,
and I happily agreed!
So look for that coming up :)
Also, I will be hosting MY FIRST EVER GIVEAWAY
sometime this coming week
so make sure you check back
and follow me on Facebook and Twitter
so you know when to enter!
It's pretty cool (especially if you have kids) :)
And now for the other reason behind my random post:
I stinking love my dog.
I went to the pound my freshman year of college
looking for a little dog,
went back "just to see what was there" in the big dog section
and there he was.
Just sitting there, not jumping up on the gate,
just sitting there looking up at me with big sad eyes
ever so slightly thumping his little tail.
I took him outside to play,
and fell in love.
When I went to take him back inside, he laid down on the gravel and refused to move.
My heart broke for him.
They told me he had been there for 6 months,
his whole life,
and was set to be put down.
He was the "star pet of the week"
I signed the paperwork and told my mother about it after the fact.
Now, four years later,
I still love that dog more than anything else I possess.
I suffered from chronic depression all the way through high school,
and one day in college if it hadn't been for that dog
scratching on the bathroom door and crying
I probably wouldn't be here today.
I saved his life,
and he saved mine.
He looks at me and I swear he just gets it.
Some days, when no one else does.
He's my best friend,
my best comforter,
and I don't know what I'd do without him.
The other day when I came home from the doctor, the minute I walked in the door
and saw him standing there staring at me,
it was as if before I could even do anything he was saying, "I'm so sorry, Mom."
And I laid on the floor with him and cried.
And he sat there, letting me, and licking my face.
I love my dog.
My husband has been amazing through this journey too,
but there's just something about Buster.
You know, science says that petting an animal greatly reduces stress?
I think it's true.
my dog can fist pound on command.
How stinking cool is that??