Reflections, after a breakup

This one is pretty damned personal. It's a diary entry; self-examination. Written so soon after a serious heartbreak, it's melodramatic, slanted, and self-indulgent. So sue me.

Dexter's 3rd Swimming Lesson

Oops! Here's an old draft I forgot to post, from last July.

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FINALLY remembered both the memory card, and fresh batteries, in the camera.

Videos:

Dexter swimming at the river

Dexter THE BALL STEALER fighting with me over MY BALL!

Chasing the ball upstream

Battling the EVIL ball

Dexter is still a lapdog

So, haven't posted in a long while, and this blog has become something of an albatross... As usual, I've decided that my next attempt must be big, and noteworthy, and special, and shit like that... Bah!

Instead, it's just going to be another mushy post about my dog. Mostly.