Return of the Newby

Now that the first one is done and out of the way, the ideas are just flooding in, pouring from my brain, coursing through my fingers and spilling out on to the screen for you eyes to devour. NOT
I've all kinds of ideas to write about on the road while I am working, but thats not what I'm doin now. Is it?
It's a blog,. I could blurt out all kinds of political ramblings. Or, I could go on and on about my past. "So, Bru,.. How did you end up as a hillbilly's millionaire?"
I think its the vast array of possibilities thats screwing me up. Perhaps, as time goes on, I'll find a topic that suits me and I'll just inceasantly drabble forever. Then some publisher will read this fodder and feel compelled to make me rich! Or, My dog could start peeing vodka. Either way I'd probably find it easier to make money than most. Actually come to think of it, I think I'd prefer the dog pissing vodka thing. More interesting.
My dog , Katie, there's a topic, small, black as ink, long husky coat. When we first got her she arrived as a puppy of of my step-son's dog. The mother bitch (take that either way) tried to smother the litter, then after failing at that commits suicide by sniffing the tires of a moving car. Subsequently, we had to figure out how to nurse a litter of 7 with no previous experience sans my wifes own motherhood, Not Applicable. We ended up finding a bitch that just finished nursing her own litter and was rather pissed to find out her long awaited vacation from titular (i dont know if thats a word) pain was post-poned by some family of strangers that dragged her away from home for two three more weeks.
After that, we had to find homes for all the puppies. It's amazing how few people want their own furry little bundle of love to ruin the carpets. Eventually we found homes for all but Katie and her brother who I wanted to keep. someone came by and stole him, you know,... after no one would accept them during weeks of aggrivation.
Now we were left with Katie. I'll admit i was awful, i screamed at her for everything never paid attention to her, gave her no sense of home or love or self worth. I'm suprised she didnt turn out to be one of those mutts that puddles at the slightest provocation.
Not long after the house training, we had my wife's sister move in with her dog, emily, another lab mix , short black hair and FULL of... personality. The two of them became fast friends. It didn't stop there. We found a pit boxer mix(shaky) and brought him home too. Now the three of them all ran the house , or at least THROUGH the house.
A while later our family had to move. Emily went away to our aunts, and katie and shaky went with us. Nieghbors didnt like shaky and niether did the land lord, I had to give him up. In all our dog is a clingy attention mongering sweet pain in the ass. THERE thats katie.