Thanks for visiting! I started this blog in 2009 to keep in touch with family and friends while I worked in Madagascar for four years. I was blessed to have amazing and life changing experiences, travel the world, and fall in love, in more ways than one. I followed my heart and ended back up in Quebec and am still trying to adapt to life here.
It all sounds crazy to me now, but I continue to write about day-to-day life, and how I sometimes struggle through life's challenges - big or small.
kind of cringe about my abundant dog love because I kind of think it puts me
one step closer to the “spinster” category. You know the stereotype: divorced,
late thirties, no real prospects ahead. Sure, I’m dating someone I care a lot
about, but my heart is far from jumping in for Marriage Round II (if ever) and
kids just aren’t in the equation right now. But, there’s some kind of medical
stuff that maybe I could have kids before I die, or I could adopt, or maybe I
should start worrying about the future and write about this weekend’s invention
that I should patent.
has come with me pretty everywhere for A LONG time. It was the best way to
socialize her and well, to be totally honest; she really gets sick of me. She
loves seeing other people, dogs, and of course, her favorite – squirrels and
Paris Hilton has her fancy purses to carry
her dogs – I have a reusable grocery bag that works just perfectly. It was in
the +30*C again this weekend, so I brought the bag, threw three or four ice
packs in the bag and magic. The dog has her own cooling off area. I carry her
with my arm extended and she decides to stick her little paws out, so obviously
this is really comfortable. If it’s really hot, I stick one in the back part of
her leash and it stays against her back. Talk about the spoiled life.
Another day I took her to the park, and
clearly she was hot, so I just chuck an ice pack on her. She just sat and
watched the local life go by. It’s been too hot for squirrels lately, so she’s
starting chasing birds again. Funny, she’s learned the word “bird”, “squirrel”,
“treat”….all in French. Why won’t I give in and teach her English???
I had some dental work done yesterday (I
have an amazing dentist) and they gave me these magical pills to make me
really, really high (I basically know what’s going on but don’t care), so I
thought it best that I didn’t drive to get groceries. I walked to a local
store, threw Maggie in the cart, and off we went. She could care less where we
are, as long as I bring her.
I never planned on loving this little dog so
much, but she has helped me through some of the hardest parts of the last two
years. I don’t think a week goes by where I don’t feel guilty for taking her
from her old family, but in the same sense, not a day goes by that she doesn’t
make me laugh or smile….