When it comes to emotion, I’m usually all in: I laugh loud; love hard; and bring the phrase “seething with rage” to a comparison of the sun’s surface being a nice place to get a tan. I come by the last trait honestly, and probably genetically. My mother is a redhead, and like all stereotypical …
Author Archives: psychoterrierpy
faults & traits & madness
I remember when my cousin came to stay for a week, and on Saturday night we were watching “The Littlest Hobo”. I had been reading in the StarWeek tv guide magazine that very day that there were several dogs used as the Hobo on any given episode. When C said “boy, that’s a smart dog”, …
The last 6 years
Let’s catch up: traumatic childhood; hellish high school; unbearable university; followed my dream to moving in Toronto; got stabbed, rebuilt. I did what I do best: I survived and I waited. All good things come to those who wait. I was working at a job I enjoyed, surrounded by interesting people. I was able to …
The next 17 years
Summer camps are magical places, and got to experience summer camp as staff for a few years. The first two years were at a christian campground, and the end of which I was highly, highly religious. I was supposed to be off a christian university, but the place had monetary issues and had to double …
Interlude
Before we move on to the next 18 years, I want to tell you about Mrs. Beattie. She was an English teacher in high school, and out of the few strange things I have taken as path markers in my life, is an essay I did for her class. She was normally very liberal …
The first seventeen years
I could hear the pain in my father’s quiet “oh” as I truthfully explained to him that I did not have any happy memories of growing up on the farm. I do have one or two fuzzy memories that are happy, but they all involve being away from the farm: a sleep over at a …
One year left
So what if you had one year left to live, and then would ‘time out’ a la Justin Timberlake’s, “In Time”? Would you live your life any differently than you are right now? Would you be depressed that it was all going to be over; would you suddenly regret all the time you wasted; or …
Fruits of the devil
Though there were always dogs on the farm when I grew up, the 1.1 lbs dustbunny was really my first dog. I had a beautiful black german shepherd for all of one week, but the rest of my housemates proved to be allergic, including my at that time, other half, whose dog it really was. …
The Monster
The fuzzy little monstrosity above is the puppeh on the second day of being in my life. The puppeh like most children came into being because my late love got me very drunk whilst watching Bolt, and when I was an emotional sobbing heap (I cry easily during Pixar and Disney crap) planted the suggestion …
Pyschoterrierpist
The Doctor is listening
Psychoterrierpy 