Final Reflection
Here we are, fifteen weeks later. I'm older, wiser, watched Twilight more times than is probably healthy, and a dog person. Renesmee Cullen, the 12th weirdest thing to happen in Twilight I realized that I was a bit prejudiced against dog owners. I picture someone with a "fur baby" named something like Barxleigh or Wooflynne, who would "give mommy kisses" on the lips after a thorough licking of their canine genitalia. "Pupford loves going for walks!" If not that, then a Meemaw or Pawpaw with a half-feral German Shepherd on a chain named "Ripper", who was really just a softie at heart, once you get past the rabies. "He got one o' them shock collars on. He cain't hurt a fly." And who can forget the classic high school bully-turned-nurse who immediately after graduation adopted one of those crusty white dogs that will live for eternity as she joins a series of pyramid schemes and buys glittery monogrammed tumblers. While t...