I’ve heard a lot of people comment the past few weeks about how things aren’t going to magically change with the turning of the calendar to a new year, but hey, if nothing else it’s a good place to start. We can always have hope that 2021 will be better. That’s sometimes the only thing that keeps me sane… the knowledge that there is hope, always.
Yes the past year has sucked for the most part on many levels. Enough said, time to move on. There are plenty of people focused on those things, which is their right, but frankly I’m ready to put it behind me. Besides, this blog is not about politics or world news, it’s about living with my pack of 17 silly dogs.
One good thing about 2020 is that in June, I turned 60. I was looking forward to it, and even with all of the craziness of the year I have found this new decade to be something I’m enjoying. I’m ready to embrace my 60’s and I’m happy to be considered a weird “old” lady, instead of just a weirdo. Being known as “that weird old lady with all of the dogs who lives at the end of the street” is fine with me. It’s almost better because I live at the end of a dead end street! Like the old ladies in horror movies. Super weird. It’s fine by me, just leave me alone in my cozy little house with my dogs and I’ll be quite content.
I did have one HUGE change in my dog routine (for lack of a better term) that started in October. I am excited to share why I made this change and how it is going so far. I need a little time to get my thoughts organized and more concise before I write about it, so stay tuned!