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I am a girl with a dog. This dog:

He is a wonderful dog and I am a wonderful girl and this is to be a wonderful blog. It is a restart. again. I blog, I delete. I blog again and delete again.

My dog's name is oskar. And he is a very good dog. Except when he's not.

I have resolved to wear my heart on my sleeve again because that is where I like it best. I love love. i love people. i just love. and i do not care if it is not appreciated. This is how I can deal with being a middle school teacher. Because love is never wasted, even when it is unwanted love. I resolve to be more like my dog. He makes best friends very easily and lets you know right away when he is lonely/hurting/silly/needy/hungry. I have spent a few years being guarded in order to avoid being hurt or ashamed and it got me nowhere. no more. who cares if i make a fool of myself? not me. I am resilient. It is my best and worst quality. my feelings rarely get hurt, but, therefore, I also rarely learn from my mistakes.

oskar is the same way. my daemon. When someone he loves (meaning anyone) visits for a while, he will chew up something that smells like them (pillows, clothes, hats...). He gets in trouble, but he will do it again next time because it was worth it. It is how he shows he cares and how he gets closer to his loved ones-- and that is all worth a smack on the snout. A smack on the snout never teaches him anything. He is resilient.

I push forth with my good dog at my side and my heart on my sleeve. full of love and a refusal to change. it is me. i am oskar (dot com!)