For starters, I've gotten to know my wonderful Aunt and Uncle whom I hadn't seen in years. They have an eight year old bulldog, Roxie, not Roxy, aka Pickle or Picks, who has been my new bestfriend.
(Maybe, not the most flattering picture, but she was looking at me weird and all I was doing was listening to music and dancing on the couch. . . I guess she knew I needed to get my work done.)
It's been kind of rough learning to live with a dog though because growing up my family didn't have dogs. Half of them are allergic. And this dog, like the other dog I once lived with, really likes to sneeze on me. I think dogs are allergic to me, which may sound ridiculous, but please try to explain the conundrum of why dogs sneeze on me. I've never seen her sneeze on my aunt or uncle, she only does it to me. Now if I tried I wouldn't accurately be able to describe how annoyed it makes me, especially to a dog, but I can't really explain to her that sneezing on others is really impolite and that she shouldn't ever do it. I mean, I've tried, but she just looks at me with her big shiny eyes, and then sneezes again. Then one day I found her wiping her big butt all over the blanket I use as a rug in my bedroom. Maybe her butt is itchy? Maybe she's just trying to move it? I don't know, but the dryer is broken and I don't want to wait five hours to be able to use my blanket again. So maybe she was grounded from my room for a few days, which may have been a little harsh, but dog's gotta learn!
Now Roxie isn't all bad, in fact, mostly she's good and amazing. Most of the time she follows me around and keeps me company. If I come home from hanging out with weird people who made me feel weird, she listens to me vent about how I don't understand why people think I'm stupid because I don't have a degree. I mean I only have seven years of work experience, but to some people out here, actually I think to most people out here, that means nothing. I love when I turn on music and start dancing when she's in the room. She looks at me with this huge dog smile on her face, starts wagging her butt really fast, and then runs and leaps to get in on the dancing action. She's a heavy dog and I have a few bruises, but we had too much fun dancing that I didn't care at all. In the mornings my aunt says she checks my bedroom door to see if I'm awake just to come back disappointed that I'm not, but when I do wake up and see her she's all smiles and fast butt waggling.
Pretty much Roxie has been one of the main reasons I smile since I've moved out here. Don't get me wrong, other things have made me smile too, but Roxie really makes me happy.
Now, the main purpose of this blog isn't going to be to share stories and tidbits about me, although that is one thing you'll get to experience, endure, live through while reading it. I've created this actually to get to know all of you better. Every post title is going to be a question. I'll proceed to answer my own question myself, even though I already know the answer. . . but then I want to hear all of your answers! So please tell me what makes you happy! You can leave a comment below or you can tweet me @ashsaysask.
I can't wait to hear from all of you! I'll post again in a few days!
