Why are people so into religion?

On Sunday December 21, 2014 my poor sweet baby angel dog was struck by a car and couldn’t heal properly so we had to put her to sleep.  Her spine was broken and she lost her nerves to feel her two back legs.  On all my phones, computer, and devices, I have all her pictures saved from when she was happy and healthy.  On Tuesday, December 23, 2014 the world lost one of the most special and precious dogs who brought so much joy to everyone who met her.  Even through pictures, she had turned cold hearts into pure hearts.  All have said she has a rare color of fur.  It was so silky and smooth.  Why couldn’t the cosmos spare her?  People needed her joy, she needed us.  It wasn’t her time to go.

She wasn’t just a dog, she was a birthday present I had gotten for myself two years ago and I tried very hard to protect her all these years from any harmful, cruel situations but no matter how hard I prevent something, it still happens anyway.  I’d rather had kept her in the house safe, than to chance taking her anywhere where something like this would happen to her.  Why couldn’t she be spared?  She didn’t deserve to die the way she did: some careless driver running her over.  She just accidentally got loose and was exploring.  It is extra hard for me because she is all I have.  I have no children, no family to raise.  I can’t replace dogs like some people can.  I don’t know how some people do it.  She was a very special dog.  Maybe after some time, I will be able to get another dog, but right now I don’t want one.  Dogs have their own personalities just like humans that are never duplicated twice.  My family never has any luck.  We pray so hard, and our prayers are never answered.  Why couldn’t luck be there with us to save her, just this once?

The dog was what brought us together and now we don’t have her anymore, it’s all chaos because an evil aura is blocking good things to happen for this family.  We are hard working citizens, we treat people with respect, we aren’t menaces of society but actually contribute something to the world, so I don’t understand why my family always suffers so much.

Why do people fight so much over religion?  What religion is there that would hurt my doggy and kill her like this?  What kind of a religion lets good people suffer and bad people live too good?  What kind of religion lets very nasty people on the Internet wish death to my dog and an evil lets this freak troll live and my dog dies?  I see people so into religion and I ask, “What for?”  I never believed because this higher religion has rarely if at all ever been there for me.  I’m the one who got myself out of things,  And if anything happened at all that was good, it was because I was the one who made it very hard for it to happen.  I’m the one who recovered on my own in time.

I’ll believe in this high power God, if He helps me achieve one of my greatest wishes: to have a happy, healthy marriage with the love of my life in Tennessee.  I’m one of the people left who actually takes marriage seriously and would never break that vow.  If I ever get married, I made a lifelong commitment to someone.  I can’t handle getting divorced to the wrong person.  It’s not the point in finding another man who will treat me right nearby.  I know my soul mate man would treat me right in a relationship if he ever got the chance to meet me.  He would see we are a perfect fit for each other, just like how we enjoy each other’s companies over Skype.  I just want to experience someone I’m head over heals in love with.  It must be the best feeling in the world for the feelings to be returned.  I experienced a little of that on Saturday, the day before the tragic accident.  It went from the absolute best day of my life to the absolute WORST.

Whenever I hear of other people losing their dogs and although it hurts for them, I hear they’re married with children and they at least have a family of their own to go through the loss with.  They don’t understand how super hard it is for me when I just have my parents and brother, not my own marriage, and wondering if I’ll ever be married.

The last few things I told my baby girl was that I never wanted another dog again, she is my one and only angel.  Then I see how cruel this ugly world is and how people keep breeding dogs they can’t afford and not giving them the proper attention and care.  I hate people who cage their dogs for more than 12 hours.  Why get a dog if a person is never going to be there to properly give it attention?  Dogs more than cats don’t want to be alone.  They want to be played with, showered with affection.

I see all the unlucky dogs who were used for cage fighting purposes because some humans are sick.  I don’t want that to be the path of another dog.  For this reason, I hope my baby angel understands, I need to save the life of another dog.  I will learn from what I did or didn’t do with my dog, to be better with my next pet.  Not now, but maybe sometime later we will get a dog again.  We do have a good home to take care of several dogs.

Next time, I will want two dogs so they can keep each other company.

My Little Guardian Angel


Haters want to say I don’t take care of my dog?  Does that look like a picture of a dog that isn’t taken care of?  Talk shit, again!  I’m sick of people thinking they can say whatever the hell they want even though they’re waaaaaaaaaay off!  They don’t know me like that so I don’t know why they talk like they “know” me.

In my dog’s last few hours on earth,

I told her since we didn’t bring each other good luck on earth, maybe she can talk to the Heavens to change our bad luck.

I don’t want her unfortunate, untimely death to be for nothing.  She’s going to make the world a better place from above.  She was always a lively dog, friendly.  Always loved to wear outfits.  After baths, she was so anxious to put her collar back on, knowing we were her family.

She was what was keeping me alive because when I couldn’t count on friends, I had her.  I’d rather not talk to my friends or humans and hang out with my dog and write all day every day.  I decided that was unhealthy and I needed to keep in touch with my friends.  Some humans disappoint me a lot, but not my dog.

I brushed her off to cry every day about my love from far away who wouldn’t talk to me at the time.  She was always there trying to scoot next to me, telling me not to cry she is here.  I picked her up and it made me feel better a little bit about this ugly world, but my happiness didn’t last long as I look ahead wondering when I will ever have my own family.

I can’t believe it.  Just the night before, my love from far away finally came around to talk to me again and I was happily showing him my little guardian angel when she was still alive.  He said she is so precious on Skype almost as cute as her owner.  I laughed.

The next day, one second changed my life and for the worst.  My dog loved our family.  My dog, especially loved me.  Whenever I would take her out on walks, she always walked so proudly showing me off to people that I was walking her.

I will miss posting weekly pictures of her on Facebook and Twitter which I always got a couple of likes on.  My Facebook friends always loved it whenever i posted pictures of my dog, so did my Twitter friends.

I try to ask why this happened.  Maybe it was her way of telling me I need to concentrate on writing my books.  I would always get so distracted from finishing my book because I didn’t want to leave her laying on the bed by herself.  Sure she kept me company relaxing, but I wanted to play with her, too.

It’s ironic.  I tried so hard to say to people that I didn’t want anyone else taking care of her after witnessing my former roommates dog getting loose under someone else’s care.  No matter how hard I try, things still happened anyway.

My angel, you didn’t deserve this harsh way to die and you don’t deserve to be bashed by my ugly haters.  You are at peace now.

Please watch over me.  I don’t know what to do with myself now.  All my life is work and coming home to hang out with my dog and write.  I will dedicate all my books to her.  My sweet little doggie, little girl.

Animal Cruelty: My Thoughts, R.I.P. Puppy Rocko #blog #endanimalabuse

Why on earth did this douche bag think it would be a great idea to kill that puppy for peeing on the carpet all the time?  He could have just returned the animal to the animal shelter if he couldn’t handle the pet peeing everywhere all the time — any SANE person would do.  People who kill for dumb stupid reasons, then send the picture in a text deserve a special place in Hell.  And then the idiot was released after some days?  I hope someone will choke and strangle this officer in the same fashion he did that puppy would be a great justice for the little poor animal.

Animal shelters more and more these days need to do a thorough background check on who they allow adopt the animals, as well as pet stores.  If pet stores do not do a thorough investigation on who they sell a pet to just to make some money, whoever responsible for allowing these people to adopt/buy the pets should be an accomplice as well for animal abuse and sentenced.  This needs to end once and for all.  If I come across another article of an animal abuser I might just publish a series on these horrible inhuman Neanderthals hoping it will catch some news.  This is the kind of thing that is news worthy, not some 15-year-old having sex with a hot pocket. /face palm.

Birthday Sunday, Lovin’ it!

I wish I could see my dog on my birthday, but because I don’t have a car, I can’t drive.  I thought about walking three hours for my dog because I could use the exercise and I do have nothing better to do but I’m not up for it in this below zero weather.  Other than that, I loved getting all my birthday messages from my friends and everybody.  No fake ones.  I’m not the type on Facebook to add people who aren’t really my friends.  All the people I have on Facebook are mostly ones I talk to and not ones I just talk to once a year.

I thought I was only going to get five messages for the whole day but wow, a lot of people surprised me.  I appreciated that.  Aside from not being able to see my dog, today is a good day.  That’s all I wanted was a good day.  It would have been better if I could see her, but as soon as I get a hold of a car I’m going to see her.

Weekly Dog Pic 7/20


I found her like this one afternoon when I went to visit her at the house:ImageShe stayed like that for a good solid ten minutes and I stared at her waiting until she would move.  I was laughing my ass off.  I felt the sheets and they were cool.  No wonder since it is over ninety degrees outside.  Usually she’s on this one chair in another room or in her dog bed most times.


Sunday Morning

On this lovely Sunday Morning into the afternoon, I’ve decided to sit down and customize each and every page on here to finally get things set up.

The home page is of course my writings

  • About Me: check
  • Contact Me: check
  • Inspirations: I’ve met a couple of inspiring people this year
  • Links: to other entertaining sites
  • Music Videos tab: I put up some of my all time favorite songs and their music videos
  • My Dog: pictures of when I first got my dog, and how she is now
  • Photo Galleries: I’ve uploaded my month long trip to Taiwan
  • Portfolio: of all my art that I have left
  • Quotes: last but not least, some quotes to live by

If there’s anything else I can think of, I’ll probably add it when I do think of it.