Still Living

I'm alive. I just don't have anything to say.

Hm... Well... Lets see what I can remember.
We are going to a different church.
Um... Goodness. I can't think of anything else.

I don't think I said anything.
But my dog, Ginger, died a while ago.

We recently got a new dog. Max. He's a cool dog.
He doesn't seem to be getting along with the cats well.
He is also scared of certain sounds.
Like a dog squeaky toy, or pressing the steam button on the Iron.
Or even just hissing at him. Oh, and bubble wrap.
He runs away and hides somewhere.
Ah, but little details, harmless flaws and fears;
make something or someone just so much more - interesting. x3

Well... I can't seem to think up much else to say.
-Beck