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When I was a kid and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I always responded, “a veterinarian”. always. but somewhere along the way I veered away from that. I don’t know why.

Maybe it was my inability to commit.

Maybe I was just scared.

Maybe it was all the alcohol I consumed in my teenage years fogging my ability to make good judgments. I’d put the money on this one…

Whatever the case, I never took that path. It only haunts me a little bit on a daily basis. I do not regret the life I have but there are definitely times when I really wish I had followed through with my childhood statement. Like when I when I hear about friends rescuing animals or when I take in strays or when I have to pay vet bills. It comes back to haunt me because I feel like I could be doing so much more….

My parents weren’t exactly enthusiastic about my bringing home stray animals when I was a kid so I didn’t get away with it much. Most of the animals that have passed through my house have done so after my parents moved out and I took ownership.

There was the time my grandfather sent me home with a handful of baby mice to show my mother (she was not terribly impressed with him!). You can’t blame me for that one really, I was only 4.

There was the time my husband and I took the 5 baby raccoons that were born in our cottage and brought them home. They were AWESOME but I would not recommend it to anyone. Not 5 at once anyhow. We hand fed them and raised them to about 6 months before releasing them back to the wild.

These are the latest additions to our household…

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Three really cute Great PyreneesX puppies.  They are about three months old and were found on the side of the rather busy road I live on.

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This is a boy.

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This is a girl.

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This is another boy. and he thinks he’s in charge.

They had been seen in the area for a little while although not by me. It didn’t take long after my brother mentioned seeing them for me to start with the concern over their safety. so when I was driving by and saw them unattended of course I was going to stop and get them. We drew the conclusion that they had been abandoned but that wasn’t entirely the case. It turns out the owners of the mother dog are just completely irresponsible pet owners. and what is worse is that I KNOW THEM. in fact I was practically RELATED TO THEM for about six years (friends you may now draw your own conclusions here – they will most probably be correct)

In the end it doesn’t make any difference where they came from, what matters is that they are better off now! I hope to be able to find them good, forever homes once they’ve had a once over from my vet this weekend. I will be cringing over that bill and again wishing I had just followed through with my childhood plan.

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I feel like I’ve been on extended holiday for the last month. Not that I have actually been anywhere in particular but life just kinda got away from me for a bit there. I haven’t barely looked at my craft table let alone done anything with it. I stopped reading my blog list. I stopped reading books. And forget about writing, there was just nothing there. Not that I couldn’t find a topic to write about I just had very little incentive to put thoughts to paper…or computer. I was depressed.  I just didn’t know it at the time because I was functioning somewhat normally.

Looking back over the month of December though I can see the signs: not wanting to finish any projects, stress over Christmas and work and  money, zero energy, family commitments, car trouble.

I am sure I am not the only one.

One of the worst things was dealing with the death of my grandfather. It was  heartbreaking.  I was shedding tears of grief for a man that struggled to live for the last 11 years but I was also healing myself. I was overly emotional (for me) and struggled to deal with his death as I had dealt with any others before him. I couldn’t really understand it. I still don’t. In part it probably had to do with the depressive state I was in. It could also be that I was lucky enough to have had all 4 of my grandparents be part of my life until my teen years and since he was the only one I had left it was really hard to see him give up and to have to let him go. Either way the tears helped. I wake up feeling better every day and given the fact I am sitting here typing I think I have gotten over the mental block that has been caging me.

I almost feel like crafting again.

Almost.

I see cute and simple projects like these No-Sew Flowers by Made and they make me smile.  They give me inspiration. I’ve missed that feeling.

So I have projects to finish, starting with a blanket for Izzy. It is partially done at least (more than what is shown in the picture). I just need to sew the bottom half of the quilt sandwich and bind it. Even thinking about it right now has me breaking through this funk I have been wallowing in even more.

Its time to get to work again and get back into the swing of things. Its time to get back to normal (for me).

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