a miraculous day.

today, my mother told me that my hair looked good. at first i thought she was being cruel as usual because my mother finds something to criticize about my appearance every single day, and my hair is a common target. Other frequent complaints are directed at my choice of attire and make-up (or lack thereof).

the greatest part of her compliment was that my hair looked exactly like it has every day for the last, oh, i don't know.. two months.

my family recently got two dogs, buckwild and woody. (my family is pure class, by the way.) i have never really had a dog before, and i can honestly say that i still love my ferocious cat, dewey, a thousand times more. the cuter, smaller of our dogs, woody, refuses to cuddle with anyone for more than three minutes unless you take advantage of him while he's sleeping. this always seems a little inappropriate, like date rape. sometimes when he's laying down, i like to lay next to him to stroke his velvety fur, and he will get up and walk ten feet away from me, only to lie down again. depending on how resilient i am feeling, i choose to follow him despite his blatant rejection of my love. i figure that i will eventually wear him down. he can't run forever.

i think i would prefer dogs if they purred. when i pet my cat, and he wants to say, "you are petting me, and i love you for it," he makes the most delightful purring sound. but when i'm petting of my dogs, even the one who lets me, i have no way of knowing if they are really appreciating my caresses.