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Puppy Blog #2

Where do I start?

I don’t usually keep pets, but right now, I miss my little Whiskey.

She’s staying with my parents for a few days while I work. I’m so grateful they’re here to help—without them, I don’t think I’d have been able to keep her.

Every day, she feels more like a daughter. She gets on my nerves like a human would, but she always greets me excitedly and shows me love.

I call her playpen her “room.”

We’re still in training mode, but she’s pretty close to being potty trained.

She’s a little jokester.

She’s starting to love car rides.

She’s terrified of going down the stairs, but she sprints up them like a pro. She’ll run around the entire building if it means avoiding the trip down. She’s even pooped at the top of the stairs just to avoid going down. Talk about stubbornness. I try to be patient— but I’m getting tired of carrying her every time.

She acts like she’s too good for the food I got her, even though it’s salmon flavored. I was under the impression she liked salmon but I guess the food at my parent’s house tastes better.

She no longer cries in her playpen.

She also has this habit of walking straight into ant piles, like she’s doing it on purpose. I always have to warn her—but honestly, she won’t learn until she sniffs some ants up that cute little nose.

It’s kind of nice knowing I can sleep in tomorrow and not have to wake up to take her on a walk.

But… I was getting kind of used to it.

I miss her.

Journal entry #2

With all the chaos in the world, I have to say that tonight was a win.

It started with a bowling outing for my uncle and granddad’s birthday. The experience wasn’t perfect—the food was terrible, cold, and the place smelled like sewage. On top of that, the lanes shut down as soon as our two hours were up, and we couldn’t even finish the final round. Oh, and it cost $53 for those two hours. Still, despite all of that, being with my family made everything feel perfect.

I was spending money like I didn’t have bills to pay—bills I’m barely making enough to cover—but nothing compares to the value of time spent with family. They’ll never know how deeply I feel about them, but I love them so much.

After bowling, I headed straight to a hookah lounge to meet up with my friends. I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion—just jeans and a casual top from earlier—but I didn’t mind. Spending time with people I love was more important than worrying about what I had on.

When I got there, my friends were in the middle of an argument. It happens sometimes, but I like to think I helped lighten the mood. By the end of the night, everyone was vibing, including some strangers from the sections next to us.

As I sat there taking it all in, I couldn’t help but reflect. Places like this always remind me of who I used to be—someone constantly seeking attention and validation from men. I used to think dressing provocatively was empowering, but it often left me feeling the opposite. Now, I’m intentional about how I present myself, and I understand that the energy I give off plays a big part in the kind of attention I attract.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m all for women dressing however they want. But I’ve learned that what I wear and how I carry myself directly tie into what I’m looking for. I know some women might not agree, but for me, dressing with more intention has helped me focus on what truly matters. It’s no longer about who’s looking at me but about how I feel about myself.

At the end of the day, I had a great time with my family and friends. For a moment, it made me forget about all the evil in the world. And for that, I’m truly grateful.

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