Puppy Love and Prison

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Hey, Hey, Hey...

Did you spy my dog, Jackson's, head in the first picture? Old Gray Beard himself.

This guy is almost 9 years old, and yesterday I started crying out of NO WHERE thinking about the fact that he is aging and that I will more than likely out live him. I don't know what came over me???  I was petting both of my pups, and I was looking into his face, and BOOM. I just started crying.

I would never have considered myself an animal person 10 years ago. I mean, I would gut someone like a fish for ever hurting or neglecting an animal, but I didn't grow up with animals. I just didn't "get it" the whole, animal/owner unconditional love thing. My mom was a clean freak and she worked outside of the house (about 60-70 hours a week) when I was growing up. She had a lot of kids, not enough money, and no room or patience for an animal on top of all of that. I never thought I'd own a dog. Until, I was sent an email one day.

It was a picture of Jackson's litter at an animal shelter. They were trying to find homes for 9 puppies so they didn't have to euthanize them. I don't know what made me open that chain email, or pay attention to it but something did, and the very next day I drove 45 minutes North to that shelter. Jax was 7 weeks old, and the runt of the litter. I picked him up and he fell asleep on me. I fell in love with that little fur ball. And since that day, he has been my RIDE-OR-DIE dog. He has been with me through some of the worst, most painful, terrifying experiences of my life. He is always happy to see me, knows when I am sad, and makes my life so much better just by being in it. Our dogs make our house feel alive. I never understood how much joy animals can bring, but I get it now, and MAN... do I love that dog (both of my dogs, really, but that Jackson is something special).

In other news...

1. I went to get my hair toned down. Warm up the white, platinum blonde and add some intentional roots. This is what I ended up with after the first visit. My hair genie (aka- my bomb-ass stylist) said it's gonna be a two step process. One to warm up the platinum (a crazy long process when done correctly, or in other words, done so the shit does not fall out of my head)) and another to get it juuuust right. I'm trying to figure out where to go from here. Ombre"ish"? Low lights throughout? Weave? Not sure yet. I know I want to add some more dimension though. I loooooved the platinum, but it is time for a change. I've had it that color since January. That's a long ass time for me. First world problems, I know.

2. I wore this out Saturday night. I met some girlfriends out for dinner and drinks at a swanky spot uptown. This is the most aggressive crop top I have worn to date. I almost chickened out and didn't wear it, but then I was like... Fuuuuuk that noise. I spend between 4 and 8 hours a week doing Pilates. I.AM.WEARING.THIS.SHIT.  I got both the shirt and skirt at Lotus. I like the juxtaposition between the feminine lace of the skirt, and the bad girl leather trim of the crop top. The skirt, says... "I'm a little sassy, but mostly sweet". The top however, says... "hide your kids, hide your wife." And... since it's a midi skirt I didn't want to cut off my leg by pairing it with a black shoe, so I went with nude. When in doubt. Go nude.

Shoes that is (you dirty little minx).

3. Speaking of dirty little minxes. I downloaded "Orange is the New Black" yesterday and had my very first Netflix binge. I watched 4 and a 1/2 friggin' episodes straight. I am hooked. The only thing that sucked was that I couldn't binge eat while I was binge watching. I was sick as a dog (which was why I was laying around all day). But... next Netflix binge, there will be kettle chips involved. Lots and lots of kettle chips. I can't friggin' wait. Maybe I'll sprain my own ankle so I can just check out of life and watch Netflix until I get bed sores?

This is my sweet love, Jackson.

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