So cliché

I shouldn't be allowed to write blog posts the first day or two of my period. It's pathetic.

Tonight I tried to sit down and blog. I had a few ideas, but then as I was thinking about them, I thought they sounded boring. I know that sometimes you can make boring things sound interesting if you can write about them interestingly, but I was feeling... well, boring and inadequate and like a failure.

See what I mean? I shouldn't be writing tonight.

Because then, Dylan jumped up on the couch with me and started snuggling. And then I started crying because I am a bad owner and I don't spend enough time with him and I don't interact with him enough and he's got some issues and because of Cesar Milan, I know that I am the reason for those issues, and it's all my fault. And I just cried and pet him and told him that I loved him.

And then we went upstairs and played fetch a little even though he gets fixated when we play fetch which Cesar Milan has said is a bad thing, but I felt guilty and I know he likes fetch, so I played with him.

And then I noticed that there was a little blood on the tennis ball so I looked at his teeth and I saw one tooth that was bleeding a little, and another tooth that looks like maybe it's broken and had a major receding gum line.

And I'm a bad owner because I didn't even know about it.

And what kind of person could possibly be a bad owner to this little guy?





Me, that's who. I'm crying again.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.