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wife, mother, troublemaker

"learn to do right; seek justice. defend the oppressed. take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow."

isaiah 1:17

there is always room for you next to me

Today was rough. Cinnamon hot cocoa, stitching, and Extraordinary Homes on Netflix. Sleeping in tomorrow and then shaking it all off. One foot in front of the other.

When bad shit happens, go on dates. A lot of them. With lovers and friends. Take it from someone who has had a whole lot of bad shit happen. Whenever and however possible, go on dates. #grief

My mom brought home Benji years ago because she wanted Dingo to have a friend. Dingo was a gorgeous pure bred Australian cattle dog. Benji was.. ugly. Almost comically so with his snaggle toothed under bite and poofy wiry hair pointing in all directions (not pictured here because soon we discovered a much more flattering hair cut). His breath was notoriously hideous. I mean, really something special. So so bad. There was no solution for this breath, believe me - we tried. When introducing Benji we would say, "This is Benji! He stinks." Undeterred by his halitosis, he tried to make friends with everyone he ever met. There were no leashes or fences in the back woods neighborhood we grew up in. Dogs roamed free all day and Benji was their mayor. He would hop out of the doggy door and jaunt up the long uphill driveway off on his daily adventure. He would return with all manner of sticks and leaves caught in his crazy fur. One time, a friend reached down to pet him only to violently pull back and exclaim, "Oh my God!" He had a massive pile of cow poop dried on his back. College was a very lonely period in my life with a lot of up and down friendships that hurt me. I felt very square peg round hole and what I know now to be depression got much worse (at the time I just thought I was bad at being human and people didn't like me very much). Benji came to live with me for my last two years of school. His goofy, sweet, friendly demeanor was exactly what I needed to get through and he was my constant companion. Andrew was thinking about getting a dog and Benji went to live with him for a week so he could try it out. Very soon afterward we adopted Robin. They were the exact same size and though they looked completely different, Robin too had a tiny under bite so I called them our twins. (cont in comments)

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