There's nothing like a bloody Frisbee on a sultry afternoon.

Does that get your attention?

My puppy Ginger brought me back a slightly bloody Frisbee today. She had lost a baby tooth and, well, you can figure out the rest. I, of course, immediately gathered her into my arms to comfort her. Her reaction? She looked at me as if to say, "Mom! Why aren't you throwing the Frisbee anymore?"

So I've been thinking about blogging for awhile. I admit that it frightens me a bit. If a blog is written on the Internet and no one reads it, is it a blog? And am I a blogger? 

Please come back and read me again!!