Doggieness

I'm sitting on my rear tonight, watching the men's gymnastic competition on the Olympic coverage. Kind of a snoozer. The women's beach volleyball was much better. Michael Phelps is amazing. And that 41 year old women's swimmer... I have no words to tell you how much I am in awe of her because my chin is on the floor every time I think about her.

I have two dogs, thus the name of the blog. Gizmo and Ginger are both part basenji. Giz is also part lab, and thus he is an old soul. Ginger is part german shepherd. Since she's just over a year, she's a bit of a wild child still, and the instigator. Right now they are sitting crashed on the other couch next to me. They got a trip to the dog park tonight, so I think they're pretty well worn out. Giz is full of old man groans, which is a pretty good sign for him. And Ginger is sucking her tongue in her sleep. I thought only people did that. More groans. I wish I slept that well.

I am currently jobless, having been RIF'd about three weeks ago from the company where I worked. I had some encouraging initial response to my resume, and I thought I did well with the interviews, but didn't close the deal. So now I am weighing my options. Where does God really want me for this next phase of my life? I am thinking about doing some freelance writing. I suppose that part of the reason for starting the blog is to have some credibility in this digital age as a writer. And so it begins.