New dog toy

Out younger chihuahua, Lil' Bit, loves the bad cuz toys. She got her first one about five years ago and as of today is on her fourth. She plays with them until they no longer squeak and have all kinds of "war" wounds. Even then she will still carry it with her everywhere, literally. She takes it to bed, to go potty, anywhere we may go be it a trip out of state or just down the road. She has to have it with her at all times, so no matter how much I try to keep them clean they always end up smelly. It's like her safety blanket. So today I finally got her another new one, one that squeaks and is, of course, squeaky clean. What does this mean for us? Well, it means that not only will she NOT play with the new one, she's going to search for her old one for weeks and weeks before finally giving in. lol.

Inspired.

I ran across the blog of a local female today and after reading several of her entries I began to feel inspiration creeping upon me again. I haven't been inspired to write in quiet a while. It seems the older I get the harder it is for me to keep up with things. I get in these moods, I suppose you could call them depressions really, although I don't honestly FEEL "depressed" or at least how I assumed feeling "depressed" would feel. I should put it this way, it's nothing like the horrible depressions I would slip into as a teenager, so I don't qualify it as such and just label it the "mood". I want to start sticking to things again and this blog is my "new" start, my attempt at writing for the world again. Now, what shall I write? I should probably begin with my day, but instead I'll just leave you with a cute picture of my middle chihuahua.