I did my first blog post in March 2009, almost 5 years ago. I'm not one for looking at statistics but did happen to notice that I'm heading for 1000 posts. There have been a lot of page views, which isn't really of any importance. What has become important to me is the number of friends I have made through blogging, and the blogs of others that I have found and continue to enjoy.
Bloggers come and go. Some announce that they've had enough and let you know with their final post. Some take a break from blogging and return refreshed. Others just stop and disappear.
From time to time we stop following some of the blogs on our reading lists because they no longer hold our interest, but at the same time we find new ones to follow. Our followers come and go for the same reasons. It's all part of the blogging way of life.
In the early days of blogging I had no expectations. I was encouraged by friends to start a blog because they thought my life would be interesting to others. Reluctantly I began, but for me it was to replace a diary that I first started when I moved to Turkey nearly 16 years ago. These daily thoughts were kept in a fair number of exercise books, which I sadly lost during one of our many house moves over the years. I couldn't replace them or recall everything I wrote about, but blogging seemed a good way of continuing to record my life and sharing my thoughts.
It has been very therapeutic for me. During many bouts of depression, I find it easier to express my feelings with the written word than to talk to someone face to face. During these times I have had so much support from my blogging friends, that it has helped me more than being dosed up with anti-depressants.
I've shared my joy over the births of my darling grandsons, and my anger and hurt at how I have been treated by my father-in-law. My frustration at how my husband works so hard but is not appreciated, and often not paid, for his efforts.
I've received awards from other bloggers, and recognition from various organisations, being named one of the top bloggers in Turkey. None of these things are important but they are flattering. I appreciate them and they do give a huge boost to my confidence, which I'm afraid is, more often than not, lacking.
And then there are the dogs. I sometimes talked about my beloved dogs Beki and Poppy. I touched briefly at times about the early days of my life here when I rescued dogs and cats from the streets and found them homes. Losing Beki to cancer in 2012 and then Poppy last year, seemed to spur me on. I rescued 4 more dogs from the village streets, had them neutered, vaccinated, etc, and then they were joined by 2 more from other rescue groups, resulting in my family of 6.
Somehow though it wasn't quite enough so my husband and I started feeding more street dogs, and it has escalated beyond what we envisaged.
Because of this, my blog has been somewhat taken over by the dogs. OK I've tried to intersperse dog posts with different topics. I felt that my blog was becoming all about dogs. So I started another page to try to keep it separate, so that those of you who don't want to keep reading about dogs, can avoid it.
However, things happen and I want to write about them. I started to notice that dog posts were getting very few, sometimes no comments. I think this is for two reasons. 1) some people just don't have the same feelings as I do about stray dogs, and that's fair enough, and 2) asking for donations can become tedious. There is no obligation to give, and we all have reasons for not doing so, and we can get a bit fed up with being asked, and this is also fair enough. I understand perfectly why some of you can't find anything to say. As I mentioned above, sometimes a blog no longer holds any interest for us, so we drift away and find others that do.
It has left me feeling that with my blog I am trying to avoid boring people, and perhaps trying too hard to produce something that they will find interesting. But it did make me stop and take stock, and return to my original reason for starting to blog. The blog is for me, to write about my life. I never anticipated followers or comments...they have just been a pleasant bonus. The dogs are my life and I shouldn't feel guilty that I talk about them so much.
So I will continue to blog about my dogs and not feel guilty. Of course I will blog about other things but I don't want to feel that I have to keep finding other topics, because then it becomes a chore rather than an enjoyable pastime.
There is no need to feel you have to comment on this post. Writing it has put things into perspective for me. Like I said before, it helps me when I write things down, and it's also a heads-up for you that there will no doubt be many more dog posts to come, so if you need to stop reading and drift away, I understand and will not be offended in the least!
Edit: Today's update on two dogs awaiting neutering at the shelter, and more about the two black pups on the Street Dogs Feeding page. (See top of this page)