Saturday, January 24, 2009

Farewell, My Friend

We have lost yet another sweet pup. Our last original dog, Roxy, has been missing for a couple of weeks now, so reluctantly, we have called off our search. This makes the 3rd dog that has came and gone since Brock and I have been married (almost 2 years). We're not horrible people, I promise! We love our pets, as evidenced by the closet full of clothes for Sadie and numerous balls and frisbees bought for our outside crew, Mullet and Oliver (that they usually destroy within minutes). I guess bad timing and unusual circumstances led to the demise of the first two dogs we had.
It started with Bella and Roxy, but within a month a relative ran Bella over when pulling into our driveway. My stepdaughter and niece held a nice little "invitation only" funeral for her, complete with freshly picked weeds and a stick to mark her resting spot. As we stood in our finest black dresses in the smoldering Mississippi heat, slapping at chiggers and mosquitos, I had to stifle laughter as the girls sung and led the eulogy. Yes, a eulogy for a DOG. Told you we loved our pets! Now granted, it wasn't a funny occasion by any means, but the sight of the whole extended family standing in the back yard dressed to the nines and holding handmade invitations (because all dog funerals require invitations to be able to attend, of course) would probably have been spectacle to outsiders.
Anyways, Bella was soon replaced by Norie, who died a few months later due to health problems. (Break out the black dress again...) Now Roxy, who has weathered it all, has disappeared, and the only explanation we can come up with is coyotes. *Uhhh* I shudder at the thought. She was such a good dog and was very good to her two remaining puppies that we ended up keeping, so it saddens us that she just vanished. Poor Mullet and Oliver stood on the lookout in the yard for about a week, waiting on her return. They've since recovered and are acting like normal, but they don't venture off too far from the house anymore, thank goodness.
I can't bear the thought of something happening to these two, but with our track record it's not looking good. :( I'm praying our luck will change, though. I'd say that if something happened to them, that we're not getting another outside dog, but I know we will. Animals seem to migrate to our house and never leave! Which reminds me, I need to go take down the huge blinking sign in our yard that reads "Strays welcome here!"...

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Let's Get It Started..

So I figure you're a little worried at this point, judging by the title. To set the record straight right off the bat, I'm not schizophrenic. Or, at least, I've never been diagnosed...

So now that we've got that out of the way, allow me to introduce myselves...
The name's Candace. I'm a 20-something woman trying to find her way in this weird world, as most 20-somethings are. When the rest of my high school class graduated and started getting married, I was more focused on starting my career. (I live in Mississippi, so getting married and starting a family at age 17 is the norm...actually 17 is probably a little old. Change that to 15.) I went to the local community college, not sure of what I was going into, and somehow managed to stretch a 2 year college into a 5 year college. Yeah, that takes a lot of talent. I DID manage to end up with 2 degrees, though - Microcomputer Technology and Radiologic Technology. I mean, how many 17-18 year olds know what the heck they want to do for the rest of their lives? I sure didn't. Anyways, back to my story... I am now a Registered Radiologic Technologist, working part time at 2 different hospitals doing X-ray and CT, and now have been approved to start training on MRI - woohoo!! When I'm not working
- which is quite often these days - I am a housewife/veterinarian/maid/repairwoman/construction worker/and some days, a cook.

Ok, so I'm not technically all those things, but I do wear a lot of hats. I'm very happily married to a wonderful man, Brock, who's a fireman and works even weirder hours than I do, (24 on/48 off), and who is also in EMT school. So, of course, poor little ole me gets left with all the regular housewife/maid stuff around the house to do. Don't get me wrong, Brock does do his part when he's home. WHEN he's home. Sooo...I get to play repairwoman and construction worker every now and then - of course, he has to fix whatever I've done when he gets home. (haha) To keep me company on those lonely days, we have 4 dogs: Roxy (who is AWOL at this moment), Oliver, Mullet, and the queen dog that doesn't know she's a dog, Sadie. I love my pups! I get to fix their boo-boos, run them around and even dress them up. Hmmm...maybe that's a sign I need a baby...
Nah.

Anyways, there's an introduction to my fantastically boring life. By the way, I've never been good at sticking to stuff, so I guess I might or I might not see you in the future. Only time will tell...

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