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So, this is apparently what the dogs do when I am not home. I spent some time in Alabama this weekend visiting my best girlfriend (just to be clear, she was my best friend BEFORE she became a veterinarian!). The dogs seemed terribly upset that I was gone and had trouble mustering themselves off the couch (where is that sarcasm font when I need it?).

Of course, when I got home there was jumping, wagging and yes, barking. No one welcomes you home like a dog!  And then they got right back on the couch.  Solo finally decided to eat his dinner.  Or was it breakfast?  Either way, at least he ate.  More on that another time.

About nfoste2245

I am approaching 40 and have been married since my early 20's. I have become more than a little frustrated with having to answer incredibly personal questions about my choice to not have children. It is apparently taboo to talk about religion and politics, but confronting me about my reproductive choices is fair game. It is not a choice I made alone, quickly or lightly. My husband and I made it together. I am not "withholding" children or grandchildren from anyone. There is an astonishing lack of understanding over the idea that it is an actual choice, to have a child or not. There is also an amazing lack of support, discussion and resources for those like me, that have made the choice. This is not a blog for kid-haters, or mocking people for having kids. It is a place where we can talk about living full lives, without kids, and without guilt.

Posted on July 13, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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