Just figuring things out...

I wonder sometimes why me and my dog get along so well. I think I figured it out today. We are both very loving but we don't have ties. He likes to wander and so do I. He will always come back to me after a while, sometimes longer than others, but I never really know when. I always come back to people eventually. Just because I leave doesn't mean that I don't love, it just means I leave. When I go to the park to read he wanders far away sometimes, not like normal dogs that want to play with you and just sit beside you when you don't play. He is very independent. But he will come back and he will curl up on the grass and lay his head in my lap and I will read and he will sleep and that's more special than a doggy dog that never likes to be away from you. We don't need eachother, we just find comfort in the companionship of the other. My mom says my dog is why I don't have a boyfriend. She's probably right.

I'm tired of talking about me. If you expect to find deep thoughts here you won't. It's just me releasing some of things that go on inside my head during the day but aren't socially acceptable to talk about in normal conversations.