Life on the Internet

I'm not really sure why, but every time I get really down in the dumps I seem to create something for the Missaroo on the Internet. It's as though I'm trying to convince myself how cool we are, at least on the Internet. There are some great intentions behind it all including helping homeless pets who aren't as lucky as her and Mister Man. But even though there are great intentions there is also a definite pattern developing.

Another Sunday night, another night online. I've spent most of my free time sleeping since the one time thought of a dog dad left us. After the sleepiness turns into aches all over, I usually have a moment or two where I've decided we are better off alone in this world anyway and we can fend for ourselves. I then create something for the Missaroo. First it was the blog. Then a fans group on Facebook, which turned into a page on Facebook to go along with her Twitter account. Then I adopted Mister so she would have a little brother. Now Missy has taken over Google with her very own Google+ page. I'm still not even sure how to use Google+.

I guess there are worse things I could turn to for therapy: drugs, alcohol, shopping. None of which I have the money for. But it's essentially free to click, type, and upload every night. Plus maybe we're convincing a few peeps here and there that they need a Missy and Mister of their own. Adopted is the best kind of dog. At least now, several social media outlets in, I see the pattern and maybe at least I can do something about it. In the meantime enjoy following Missy as she takes over the world one Internet encounter at a time.