Books and the dogs that love them.
Sep. 12th, 2012 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
megwritesI don't have a lot of content to post right now. Because of mental health issues, which are actually improving but took a sharp dive last Friday. Short story: I had to be in the psychiatric ER again because I wasn't safe. But, new meds and some more coping strategies may be helping. It's early days.
But let's forget all that depressing (and rather boring) shit for a moment. Let's talk about how I have a dog who guards my books for me
[Image: A picture of a medium sized yellow/blonde/tan dog laying down beside a bookshelf and several journals on a carpeted floor, looking very attentive.]
[Image: A picture of a medium sized yellow/blonde/tan dog laying on a carpeted floor next to a dozen or so different journals on the floor and in front of a bookshelf filled with books.]
This picture is one I tried to take of my journals, since I realized that I have now kept journals since 1997. Well, that's not true. I've kept journals since I was in 2nd grade, but the diaries before about 7th grade got lost between several moves and my mom throwing things out when she finally got to give up the old house and move herself. My first journal was a really nice gift to me and had a lock and I loved it dearly. After that, the habit has never truly left me. So, the spread goes from Dec 1997 to the present day.
[Image: A close up picture of a medium sized, floppy eared, yellow/blonde dog with her head cocked, looking very curious and adorable.]
Here, we see why this dog continues to have a home and even gets to lay with us at bedtime before she goes to her own bed. Because she's really cute. Also, I suppose if I couldn't read books, I'd want to eat them. Especially the ones that are a bit aged and smell of that wonderful book smell which is just so delicious. You know the one. The one where you stop reading just to sniff the crease in the spine because oh my god book.
So, there you go. Dog pictures. Isn't that way better than hearing about my boring old broken brain and stuff?
But let's forget all that depressing (and rather boring) shit for a moment. Let's talk about how I have a dog who guards my books for me
[Image: A picture of a medium sized yellow/blonde/tan dog laying down beside a bookshelf and several journals on a carpeted floor, looking very attentive.]
[Image: A picture of a medium sized yellow/blonde/tan dog laying on a carpeted floor next to a dozen or so different journals on the floor and in front of a bookshelf filled with books.]
This picture is one I tried to take of my journals, since I realized that I have now kept journals since 1997. Well, that's not true. I've kept journals since I was in 2nd grade, but the diaries before about 7th grade got lost between several moves and my mom throwing things out when she finally got to give up the old house and move herself. My first journal was a really nice gift to me and had a lock and I loved it dearly. After that, the habit has never truly left me. So, the spread goes from Dec 1997 to the present day.
[Image: A close up picture of a medium sized, floppy eared, yellow/blonde dog with her head cocked, looking very curious and adorable.]
Here, we see why this dog continues to have a home and even gets to lay with us at bedtime before she goes to her own bed. Because she's really cute. Also, I suppose if I couldn't read books, I'd want to eat them. Especially the ones that are a bit aged and smell of that wonderful book smell which is just so delicious. You know the one. The one where you stop reading just to sniff the crease in the spine because oh my god book.
So, there you go. Dog pictures. Isn't that way better than hearing about my boring old broken brain and stuff?
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Date: 2012-09-13 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-13 01:53 am (UTC)But oh, darling dog! Your books are so safe.
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Date: 2012-09-13 10:48 am (UTC)/coherence later. puppy nao
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Date: 2012-09-14 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 01:18 am (UTC)I do not have the habit of keeping journals not of the online and social kind, but I'm a little envious of those who have something physical to hold their memories.
(And I hope this comment finds you well.)