Moulin-chick

What's with all the wordage?!?!?! I'll tell you what! I'm making myself write again. Maybe I've lost it. Maybe I never had it. But I'm embracing it again with every ounce of word vomit I can muster. I guess it's got something to do with my desire to shut up. Huh? Yeah, I'm hoping if I can learn how to say what I mean better and with fewer words, I won't sound so long winded. So until then I'm going to spit out any and every word that I can in hopes of discovering the good ones. Ignore them if you must, but critique them, if you would <3

The last journal entry of mine was about my dear sweet Rudy. It's still fresh, even though it's been almost a year. Last April I moved into a charming rental house with a big back yard with my love, Chris. I got a puppy. He hates my puppy. But Penny has so much in common with Rudy (in random ways) that she has filled part of the void he left. She's my good girl... But by good, I mean I love her too much to pay attention to the rotten ness =) There have been so many ups and downs... now, almost a year after moving into this place Chris and I felt like we were in over our heads and today our friend Trevor moved in with us. I love Trev, but it

My best friend of 9 years died yesterday of heart failure. Rudy was the best dog anyone could ever hope for... and now that he's gone my heart feels so empty and raw. He was happy and jovial right up until my mom took him to the emergency room two days ago, after our friend /groomer alerted us to large spots of blood under his skin, hidden by his curly hair. His gums started bleeding, and mom threw him in the car on Saturday night and took him to the vet. Yesterday the vet called and told us we should come see him, they had given him a blood transfusion in the morning, and he recovered momentarily only to crash even harder. We got there just