Neka the pup.

I told Brian the only thing I wanted for my birthday last month was the permission to get a dog if I found the right one. He granted this wish and guess what, next trip to the shelter I FOUND THE PERFECT DOG. and she really is perfect. She's a chihuahua mix, 11lbs, 1 year old, house trained, crate trained, smart, playful, adorable. Only one drawback. She's heartworm positive. Ok, so I see dogs getting treated for heartworm all the time at the shelter and didn't think it was THAT big of a deal. Well of course it is. She could easily die from either the heartworm itself or the treatment to rid herself of the worms. My thoughts: 'ok, we can get through this. she'll either survive and be a great dog for another 10 years or she won't and she had a good few weeks with us'. But of course Brian does not agree. He's attached now but still looks at her as damaged goods and is convinced she's not going to make it. Right now her white blood cells are still too high to receive the intense treatment, so she's on antibiotics. We had her blood tested last week and they were STILL too high, so another 30 days of meds for her. Every once and while she won't want to eat or just stays in her crate which causes some concern. But most of the time she's bouncing around playing with her toys and chomping on Brian's toes. Whether or not she survives, I still think I found the perfect dog.

When I grow up...

Just turned 26 the other day, and I'm really feeling the pressure to figure this 'life' out once and for all. The question mainly on my mind, 'what to be when I grow up?' has no answer. I always fought the idea of having a job to pay the bills that I don't feel passionate about, and that's exactly what has happened. I definitely (at times) enjoy my current job repairing computers, but I wouldn't call it a passion. It's a job. It pays my rent. Maybe that's what life is... realizing that paying rent is the only true purpose of a job. What happened to doing something that matters, making a difference, helping those in need? Funny how life gets in the way once it becomes all too real. The dreams get set aside for a paycheck. That's ok because my dreams are still too muffled to hear. Sometimes I want to go to vet tech school and work with animals. Sometimes I want to go back and get my MBA with a focus on computers. Sometimes I want to run off with Greenpeace and go save some whales And yet, here I sit waiting for a sign to point me in the right direction. At this point, I don't think fate has even figured out my path yet.