Shanon’s Blog

My social life is in full gear and I’m liking it. It’s almost like I’m socially bi-polar or something. I go from sleeping on my couch as much as possible Thursday thru Saturday to never being home to sit on my couch long enough to watch “Jo and Slade: Date my Ex.” It’s good thought because I’m staying busy and out of trouble and I’m happy and look forward to my friends. That’s a good place to be…content. I didn’t know that I was truly capable of feeling that while being single again, but apparently I am. I have the most unhealthy codependence thing going on at times, but I’m getting over that. Speaking of codependence…

Oprah. What do I do with my dog? She’s an Australian Shepherd and I love her. I don’t pretend to hate her. Except for when I do. And that’s not unless she poops on the floor or something that I know she knows better than doing. Anyway, she ate a huge hole in my couch.  Here’s a picture of the hole if I can figure out how to put it on here.

So my mom heard me mention it yesterday at the beginning of the show and told my aunt who gave me the dog. And now the subject of “tell me if you decide to give her away” has come up and I’m torn.

When I asked for Oprah I was in a live in relationship where she would pretty much have constant attention from either my ex or me. But right before Oprah was old enough to leave her doggy mom, we broke up. So my dog essentially became the product of a single mom with a crazy schedule. I take her as many places as I can. I take her outside and throw the ball and do what I can with her. Keith has been a huge help with this as well. But still. She’s an outside dog who is spending too much time inside. I’m sure that’s why she ate my couch. She is understimulated and it’s my fault. She’s a happy dog when I’m home and with her. She sleeps with me at night and wants to be with me constantly during the day. I know that she loves me, but would she love someone else better? Is it unfair to have her at my apartment when there’s the chance to have her live on a farm? I’m so torn and I feel horrible for even thinking about this, but I am.

I went and tried playing tennis again last night, but I didn’t do that great. I’m still battling this sinus infection, so my nose was running constantly. I started getting that feeling like my insides were on fire and like I was starving. And there were guys waiting to play on the same court, so we only lasted about an hour. But it was fun and I feel like I could be the next Venus or Serena. Michelle even got a tennis racquet for my birthday! It’s a pretty blue one, but she says that the hand grip might not be the right size. So we are going to go and look at some other ones to see if I should keep that one of get another one. But I officially have a tennis racquet. Now I just have to learn how to play.

I have awkward conversation talk to tell you about, too, but I have to tread lightly because the other person involved might not want people to know who they are. So I will keep it to myself for now and maybe write about it tomorrow.