Ugh
The combination of raising a puppy and my childhood being exhumed on facebook is starting to FREAK ME OUT. Especially since the holidays and my birthday just passed. I’m really really sad this morning, but I don’t know why. I just know thinking about my childhood makes me cry.
I’ve blocked out most of my childhood. I can’t believe how many good memories people have from grade school. Watching the puppy grow up is so terrific, I wish I could remember being young, when everything was brand new, and wondrous. Seeing a forest for the first time, or smelling the ocean.
It should be perfectly obvious to anyone reading the chronicles of my raising Sweeney that I am absolutely too neurotic to raise human children. Let’s just hope I don’t emotionally scar the dog.
