“The place where you came from ain’t there any more…”

This is a subtle part II to my last post. My husband teased me mercilessly about calling one of my posts part I, so this is a test. If he really reads my blogs, I have to use it to my advantage. 😉

Last time, I went on and on about our Chihuahuas, but only wrote specifically about Annabelle. Now, my little Loki is my first love! Both pups were rescues so I can only imagine their pasts. Loki’s foster dad was not official, but he was the one who snatched up a little, lost dog walking around in traffic. I’m so glad he saved Loki’s life because my little pup doesn’t know this, but he saved mine. When I adopted him, I was desperately in need of unconditional love. We were a match!

She thought, I have got to think. I have got to know what to do.

Now, I have my hubby and our Annabelle so it finally feels like a family. All we need is a place that I want to call home, and that is harder than it sounds because it has to be a home in Las Vegas and not my hometown Albuquerque, for now.

I’m wearing:
Outfit: Layercake Tank by More Than Ever (3 color choices and Maitreya and Omega appliers for shorts) @ Designer Showcase (June 2016)
More than ever Hud
Hair: Lamb. Sometimes @ The Arcade (June 2016)
Shoes: Lindy Rachel White for Maitreya @ Designer Showcase (June 2016)
Pink glasses by *New Tentacio* @ The Arcade (June 2016)
Chair: {Koalifications & Razzberry Inc.} Mint Beach Chair @ The Arcade (June 2016)

Post title pinched from Joyce Carol Oates’ short story (One of my favorite short stories ever) “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

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