I’ve been blogless for a while… My brain was too full to have anything to say here.  I’ve finished several things, so I am starting to find space in my brain again. Thus, I am back…

Do you ever just feel like you need a good cry?

(If you’re a girl, I expect your answer here is yes.  If you’re a boy, I’m not as sure about that but I think it’s still likely that it happens at least once in a blue moon — hm… what’s a blue moon?  I’m gonna have to google that!  Or look it up in my Dictionary of America Idioms and Phrasal Verbs… yes, there is such a thing and… yes, I own one…  And wow, am I having a spaggetti moment – I’ll explain another day what that means!)

A good cry, yes… that’s what I’m talking about.  I was in the mood for one today.  So, I rented Marley and Me and I watched it.  I should have been finishing up a project and/or reading Revelation but I watched it.  I missed seeing it in the theater so this was my first go.

Loved it.  Cried a good amount, as I expected.

It reminded me of my dog Rocky.

I love dogs.  I always have… I was dogless for 16 years and I ached for a puppy!  See, we didn’t have a fenced in backyard or a lot of money for extra things like pets.  But we moved when I was 13 and our house had a fence.  The first thought I had was, DOG!!! My parents told me at some point that when I could pay for a dog, we could get one.  I turned 16, got a job, and bought a dog from the San Diego Humane Society.

I wanted a beagle.  I brought home a char pei/terrier mix.  The weirdest/ugliest/most adorable combination you’ll ever find.  He had the wrinkles of a char pei, but with long black wiry hair like a terrier.  When I first saw him in his cage, I walked right past him commenting “that one is ugly” but somehow someone convinced me to take him out and play with him (Debra!) and within 30 seconds I was in love.

He was going to be an outside dog but that only lasted half of one night… my family is full of softies.  This ugly/adorable little pup had stolen all of our hearts.

Two years later, I went away to college.  He was my dog but he’d developed quite the love with my youngest brother (and the whole family, really) so I didn’t feel bad leaving him.

During the summer a couple years later, he got hit by a car and we had to put him to sleep.  It was very sad.  Really, it was.  But I look back and I know that was part of God’s plan for our family… because every little thing is, really, and that experience prepared us for things to come.

There’s a new dog in the family.  Well, he’s not new anymore… His name is Bradley and he’s about 6 years old (he’s been a Conger for almost 5 of those years).  He belongs to Josh but I picked him out (and will forever take credit for that).  He’s fun and adorable and very sweet.  I pick out great dogs, if you ever need help with that. 

So the point – there isn’t one.  Just that I love dogs and movies about them that make me cry…