The Tumbleweave Diaries

weave-a-blowin' in the wind

coin flip

I have a coin flip app on my phone. It’s pretty self explanatory. You don’t always have a coin to flip when the situation calls for it. It has helped me make many insignificant decisions.

There is a 50% chance that you will be right. There is also a 50% chance that you will be wrong.

Occasionally, I don't like the outcome and extend the flip game to best out of three or best out of five.

50%...Half full...Half empty

Right now I wish the odds were better than 50%.

Right now I wish that I could flip that coin as many times as I’d like, until the outcome was the one my brother deserves.

i'd rather be...

hiking, sleeping, eating, at the beach, laughing, alone, with you, lost, found, riding, running, relaxing, smiling, having a beer, in montana...

anywhere but here...doing anything but this 

and i don’t know if that means that i need to get away or if it means that i need to become more content with where i am

Hazel's Journey

The house was quiet since the unexpected passing of my 11.5 year old boxer-pit mix, Riley. I tossed around the idea of fostering, but my dad was hesitant and asked “what if we get attached to the dog?”

Last Sunday I took a ride to Street Tails Animal Rescue (STAR) in Northern Liberties. A friend of mine had been talking up a sweet pit mix, Hazel. I found myself there the next day as well. When I brought my dad back to meet her on Wednesday she seemed to recognize me. 

The biggest problem they had with her was that she looked too much like a pit. My dad was concerned about the way people would look at him when he walked the dog down the street. He said they would be afraid. They seemed to have forgotten that Riley was also a pit mix. It seemed unfair that they weren’t even willing to give this dog a chance. They were only perpetuating the stereotype. 

So I thought about it...and I sat them down and I told them how I felt. I told them that people are always going to look at me differently because I wear sporty clothes or because I hold hands with a girl with short hair. I have been looked at differently for a good portion of my life and after a while, you need to not let it bother you…because someone is always going to find something they don’t like about you, whether it is the way you dress, the person you love or the dog you own. 

On Thursday afternoon, Hazel had a play date with her buddy Otto and they hit it off well. She came home with me and has not left my side for the past 48 hours. We are making some progress though. I can finally close the door when I go to the bathroom and she doesn’t cry.