Animal Abuse

I absolutely HATE driving or walking down the street and seeing an animal attached to a chain 24-7. It seems such a common occurance that people buy animals only to put them on chains and keep them in their yard. Exactly what kind of life is that? Disturbing if you ask me. Nobody wants to see you openly abusing your animal. How logn do most dogs live? About 10 years or so, correct? That would be one eventful life! Oh there goes a car; there goes a squirrel; a cat; a leaf; the same squirrel. Even typing that out is quite boring. 10 years or MORE of that would be excruciating! It is extremely appalling to know that the dog that is always attached to the same chain could be out playing with a young child or sitting with a happy owner in a warm house rather than enduring extreme heat and cold temperatures. If you can not take care of your pet-don't adopt it! It's pittiful and disgusting in all levels.

Florida

It's beginning to get chilly during the mornings, and often the cold has even been lasting throughout the day. It makes me miss the Florida weather and atmosphere. The beach is so beautiful that it is almost irresistible to stay at it for days. It's so simple to lay on your beach towel while watching the beautiful waves constantly moving as if calling you towards them. The wind also is moving quickly, always keeping you at a perfect temperature despite the hot sun beating down on your back. The combination of the wind and the waves makes a loud but soothing noise. Their sound almost blocks out the sound of the people playing volleyball and the music playing from the nearby outside diner/bar right off the coast of the ocean. You look towards your left and towards your right, and you can see the tiny crabs popping their beady eyes from their holes in the sand and the seagulls nose-diving for the water as if they are committing suicide. After giving in to the call of the ocean you squish your toes in the soft soothing sand and the waves swish over your feet. Even though it is such an enormous body of water, it is the perfect temperature. You smile to yourself; nature has its own way of creating something so peaceful and real that no man-made place could ever live up to.
I miss it.

My week

I have absolutely no room in my mind to thing about a topic to blog about, so I will write about my week. First of all, let me clarify that I am a HORRIBLE morning person, and I have to set my alarm for 7:30 AM to have time to get ready and make it to class on time. After rushing to get ready for school, I drive for 35 minutes to get to BSU, drive all over attempting to find a close parking spot, and power walk to class. My classes are on opposite sides of campus, so between classes I must also rush, only to make it to class late and be forced to enter after the prof has already started lecture. After I make it home from BSU, I hold my breath and expect the worst as to what type of destruction our family's three large dogs have done to the house. One day this week the victim was my mother's stack of cookbooks from Germany; evidently the pictures seem to taste as good as the actual meal. Yesterday the item of excitement was a package of bright red mix that is used to make the liquid that goes inside our hummingbird feeder. The kitchen floor, living room carpet, and the legs of our white lab were all dyed bright red. I then have about two hours of time to do homework from the day, and then it's time to get ready for work. Work lasts until about eleven at night at which I return home and crash into my bed and repeat the process the next morning. Talk about no time for anything!