I need categories for my blog, like all the coolest bloggers have.

(And since by now all of you should know what time of the month it is for me because God knows I talk about it enough...)

Here's one for the PMS archives I don't have!

Today Darren and I went to the Golden Valley Humane Society, as I have three times in the past week. At the humane society is a sweet 10-year-old dog named April who was given up because her owner is too ill to care for her. She's been there every time I've gone to visit this week and, this afternoon, while babbling about what a darling sweetheart mutt she was and petting her, I started crying. She was looking at me with her big, brown eyes while she leaned into the chain-link fence so I could scratch her neck just a little bit lower, and all I could think is that no one is going to adopt a 10-year-old dog and this adorable animal is going to DIE without a FAMILY, not because she's a bad dog, but because she's old.

Okay, so that's really sad to me. It seemed irrational to cry about at the time, there in the humane society with dogs barking and yipping and vying for attention and pooping on thr floor, but now it makes me want to go be April's best friend forever. After all, April hasn't barked or yipped or vied for attention or pooped on the floor ONCE in all the hours I've spent there this past week.