Let me first off start by saying that I have been battling depressing for nearly ten years. No medicine has helped; in fact, it does the exact opposite for me and makes it worse. Therapy only put a dent in the situation and never helps for long.



That is until I got my puppy. He really does know when I have my bad days, and when those occur, he tries his best to cheer me up. It never fails to work. He does the goofiest things from time to time and never ceases to amaze me. I am really… Continue

My mother was in the hospital for surgery yesterday. My father was just walking around when he spotted a lady that had a corgi as a service dog. Immediately recognizing the breed, he approached (my parents are in love with Wynstan.) He started conversing with the owner and praised how good Wynstan is and how he loves the breed.



The lady then said, "Corgis are only puppies for about three months, then they train their owners for the rest of their lives."



That statement will… Continue

The writer of the playwright pretty much told me that Wynstan and I will be getting the part. His play is about various American artists sitting as a discussion panel debating on how badly Neo-American art is becoming. It is a pretty funny one act play. I will be Norman Rockwell and the writer/director said that Wynstan's presence asserts Rockwell's attention to the American family and the constant theme of dogs in his body of works/



I also received some equally excellent news. It… Continue

The university I am attending is featuring some original one act plays from students who are earning their Master of Fine Arts, and one of the plays is looking for a wild puppy. Wynstan and I will be going that way to audition for the part. Basically, he will just have to FRAP, which shouldn't hard for him to do around new people.

We go in for auditions at 5 pm and will not know if we got the part until Monday or Tuesday