bits & pieces of a life lived, fully or otherwise.
my brother recently pseudo-rescued this pit bull puppy and was staying with it at his girlfriend’s house while she was visiting family in the philippines. he’d talked to her about it, he said she was okay with it.
she’s been home for like…a week or so, I think. maybe less.
I learned today that she broke-up with him, so of course he moved back home.
with the dog.
so…yea. her name is Faith, she’s about ten months old or something. she sits there and stares at me and makes me nervous because she won’t stop staring at me.
I’ve gotten over my initial prejudice against pit bulls. she’s such a sweetheart.
but she won’t stop staring at me.
