HaHa

You all sound ready to throw my dog a coming out party. Nah, she's a pomeranian terrier mix , which means she's small but thinks she's big. So it was a dominence issue I'm sure. That doesn't make it any less funny though. I'm not going anywhere without my camera now. The things that happen in this house are very hard to believe.

On a darker note: Read the "Prayer" poem I wrote.
It's about Choice and how some couples will keep a child that's disabled or impared, not because it's a product of their love and they truly want to care for it, but because they believe it's a sort of test that God has given them and if they suceed they'll go to heaven or something. It's horrible because these kids tend to be neglected or abused because they aren't truly wanted, that's just wrong.