Photic Sneeze Reflex

So I have two dogs, one named Lola and one named Domino. Lola is a dachshund, Domino is a beagle-Rottweiler mix. I'll let you imagine how exactly happened. For the sake of simplicity, I'm just gonna talk about Domino. She's had kind of a rough life so far. I wanna say we got Domino when I was in 5th grade. I went up to Rantoul after school one day with my mom and brothers to pick her up from the shelter. She's jet-black, except for a white stripe running down from her chin down to the rest of her underside. When we were taking her back, I had to carry her in my lap. It was really weird, because she wasn't really excited or jumpy. More than anything else, she just seemed scared. She sat still the entire way back, only moving to readjust herself. Nowadays if she tried sitting on me she would probably crush something. Domino's become much larger over the seven years we've had her. She grew about two feet longer and much heavier in the span ...

Alright, well depending on how these blog topics end up playing out for the semester, I might be talking a lot about some topics related to this part of my life. For now, let me tell you about getting out of my comfort zone and one of the...interesting experiences I had working for the Boy Scouts. For backstory, I was a camp counselor the summer before and after freshman year of high school. I worked at a place called Camp Drake, a Boy Scout camp a few miles outside of Oakwood. The whole gist of the camp is teaching young boys scout skills and helping them earn merit badges in order for them to get closer to gaining the ever-so-coveted Eagle Scout recognition. The camp is kind of run down and a little trashy, but it's camp, you know? You go out there to camp, so your expectations are already low. The staff is just there to make sure that you have a good time. The second year I was out there, I got paid to teach at this program area known as First Year, which was more geared tow...