Dogs are Amazing

I swear, sometimes I realize just how much my dog makes me happy.

I know, this isn’t exactly a conventional first post for a blog, but it’s the biggest thing on my mind right now and it’s really got to be said.

Tonight is the best recent example of my amazing Australian Cattle Dog, Amoretta, being one of the best influences in my life. You know, in spite of things it was going pretty great. Yeah, the shoot for SciFi4Me‘s monthly, Comic Con Carne, was dropped on the production crew at last minute, but stuff like that happens. Yeah, it was a Monday at work after my four day weekend, but Mondays happen (once a week as a matter of fact). Yeah, I haven’t gotten my Diablo 3 review done (still, I blame the servers being down yesterday)…but in the scope of things it was a pretty easy day. And then tonight happened. I had to be late to the shoot because of working late (no big deal, I just missed set up). I had a bit of a cloud hanging around me, something just felt wrong. Maybe it was leaving my little Amoretta at home alone more than normal- I don’t know for sure. I just know that when I started hearing a funny noise coming from the back of my car after I had left Clint’s Comics that something was definitely not good.

I had no choice but to stop at an intersection in Midtown that’s not exactly savory. Let’s just say I was approximately 2 blocks from the two worst vagrant parks in town. Most of the business that goes down in that part of town (legally) happens during business hours only. I hop out quickly, hoping it’s just something stuck in my hubcap or maybe rolling heavily in my trunk…no such luck. My tire is flat…slashed by the looks of it. Wonderful. This will be tire #2 in less than 9 months. So I use my nearly dead phone to try to get a hold of my father in law or his wife to go straight to voicemail. There’s that battery life used up. I get a buddy on the line, thankfully, and he agrees to go pick up my boyfriend (who is phoneless himself, but that’s another pool-diving story) as I try to get roadside assistance on the line. Sidebar: whoever decided to bury “EMERGENCY roadside assistance” in automated menu hell deserves to burn in an eternity of automated message systems and telemarketing calls. I’m getting the jack under my car and someone stops to help. Let’s just say I wasn’t too big on this…someone walking downtown at nearly 10o’clock at night…I’m not one to judge, but it didn’t sit well. I stayed on the line with roadside as we got the thing fixed up and I’m finally back on the road when it hits me…my boyfriend’s birthday is in less than two weeks and now I’ve got to replace a tire. There goes that present. Oh? And the icing on the cake of the whole ordeal? I’m wearing a damn dress today. Go figure.

Anyways! To finally get to my point…dogs are amazing. The second I walked inside, my little beauty was sitting there just wagging away with her little stump. It’s like she read my mind (I’m positive she read my mood) because she spent the next ten minutes tossing her tennis ball as if to amuse Mommy alone. She’s really a little ball of wonder with the cutest expressions. I realize I’m highly biased, but damn I’ve got an awesome dog. Dogs are seriously amazing, just saying. I’m not sure what I’d do without her.

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About Annaleigh Josephs, CSS

Annaleigh Josephs, aka The Lush...Certified or AJ the Lush, is a writer from the suburbs of Kansas City. An equal opportunity lush, she loves wine, beer AND liquor...but currently only holds certifications for wine and liquor. She also is a Browncoat with a love for all things scifi and fantasy. She currently works a straight job in the financial industry (after a major career change), writes for SciFi4Me.com, spends her "spare time" with the Kansas City Independent Filmmaker's Coalition, and is working on several different personal projects (including two novels, a short story series, and a script).

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