Poor Doggy! Waaaaah...

She's just a puppy, long-legged with a big head and paws, so she'll be around Dalmatian sized[when she's grown]. She ran up to me, no collar, and followed me into the street, begging for attention and looking up at me so longingly--she needed friends and a place to belong. I was on my way to a therapy app't. and kept telling myself she's not my responsibility, maybe she just got out of someone's yard. But I feel guilty, and wish I'd given her some water and some of the cat's food and called somewhere that would take care of her. She was so sweet and pretty too, white with big rusty spots and also a perfect sprinkling of tiny spots the same color.

I almost hope she'll be there when I get home. I know I can't afford to have a dog, and it's a big responsibility, but the poor thing needed a place to go. I don't know if she just got loose and belongs to someone, or whether she was tossed out. She did look thin, but I figured that was just genetics; some dogs are that way.

Tired 'cause I'm starting my period. *Yawn*

Ach, seems like there are other things happening, but I don't feel like talking about them. Too many things to worry about, and I've been describing these interesting things about me that have come to light in view of getting help in having a less excoriating requirements of myself, and in view of having some time in a relaxing environment. But I'm acutally tired of myself for now!