Birthday Wishes

This year I am getting more excited for my birthday than I have in years. 21st wasn't even as exciting as this one. I don't mind boasting that I think I have the greatest day to celebrate my birth. July 1st. It's a strong day, smack dab in the middle of the year. Lots of things happen, fiscal years begin, laws get passed, Canada celebrates their birthday, too.

One of my dream professions

I read an article yesterday while sitting in the doctor's office about psychiatric rehab dogs. Much like service dogs for people with physical disabilities, psych rehab dogs are for those with psychiatric disabilities. This is amazing to me. Dogs to help people who have depression, anxiety, bi-polar, or schizophrenia. Dogs to help people when they have panic attacks or when they are feeling threatened. It makes so much sense. When it comes to my dog, Chewy, he helps me out when I'm down or feeling anxious. Whether it's licking my tears off my face (which I'm not sure he does because he loves me or because it's salty) or nuzzling me when I'm feeling anxious. Or just asking me to go for a walk when I need to get out. Chewy is my own rehab dog. He makes me feel 1,000 times better 100% of the time he's around me.
To be able to mix two things that are important in my life would be so phenomenal. I am passionate about mental health and I wish to get my masters in mental health counseling. And animals have always been an important part of my life. Whether it was my 15 year old dove, Starr, or my many rodents through the years, they have always brought joy to my life. They've been there through everything, never judging, never caring about my flaws.
Though, something happened to me when Chewy came into my life. I remember last year when my rats died. The BF said to me "I'm only letting you have real pets from now on." I guess real pet means a dog or a cat. I'd already grown to love his chocolate lab. When the BF and I moved in together I officially "adopted" Chewy into my life. I couldn't imagine life without Chewy now. As much as my little pets were cute and fun, Chewy has been substantial. He is so loving, he follows me around each morning as I get ready. He greets me when I get home from work. And then we spoon in bed, he being the little spoon.

I could write my praises of Chewy for pages and pages. But now I must go cuddle my little psychiatric rehab dog.

To Google is to Blog

Here is my introduction to the blogging world. I've done livejournal years ago with the intention on sharing thoughts with close friends. Now, I'm not too sure what this blog is for, other than getting thoughts out of my brain. Maybe I'll share pictures of my dog. Maybe I'll share links to stuff I like. Maybe I'll keep it private and just talk about my anxiety and dealing with this so-called adult life. Maybe I just like google so much I've used gmail, reader, maps, docs, etc etc and now I think I need to explore the realm of blogging. Who knows what will happen...