Goliath

Becks and I were able to squeeze in a transport this past weekend. While school has been kicking my booty, I have kicked it back even harder. I have a 100+ average in one class and a 94+ in the other. So you bet your booty I deserved a little down time via transporting. Volunteering for me is better than any time spent in a therapists office! The fact that Becks loves our adventures just adds to my joy. I think, I hope, these adventures are instilling in him the wall words that dominate his room - Treat Every Living Thing With Kindness.

Goliath was a rescue out of a Louisiana shelter with a massive chemical burn down his back. If you saw my FB wall, you would see how common chemical burns really are. It is very upsetting for me to imagine the life of a dog that ends up in a kill shelter with burns all over their body. More so when it is a breed that can go to rescue only because of the breedism that many shelters and ignoramuses subscribe to. As a rottie, Goliath had a small chance in hell getting out alive. To think he could have been gassed or heartsticked (I dare you to click on those words and educate yourself) after being chemically burned truly gives me nightmares at night. What kind of society do we live in? How can I have any faith in this cruel human race?

Becks and I talked before picking up Goliath so he was prepared to see his boo boo and knew not to touch it. I for good measure reminded him that touching a dog's boo boo could hurt and then the dog could bite him. Some call that fearmongering, I call it a safety precaution. Really though, Goliath was about as sweet and chill as they come for a transport passenger.

Goliath is now safe in a Colorado rottie specific rescue where he will heal and be treated for Heartworms. The family that adopts him is going to be very lucky... I only hope they have some little humans available as Goliath seemed to have a sweet spot for little man!

I'm still alive!

Princess is now back with her grandparents while her mom and dad are out of country for work this summer. She eased right back into our family unit in no time and we really enjoyed having her with us. Beckett pink puffy hearts Princess and woke up ever morning asking if she was still at his house. The feeling was quite mutual on P's part. We hope to have Princess come over again soon for some playdates! I updated about some of her adventures on her very own blog, www.princessthepit.blogspot.com, so be sure to visit it sometime.

I am in survivor mode trying my best to manage school, work, and the small shreds of my personal life. In life, I am a very stubborn and determined person which can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the situation. Luckily, these work in my favor for school and as it stands now I have a 100% average in both of my classes. Yes, I am a full on nerd and proud. I'm staying up every night until midnight to keep up with the class readings and online discussions and earning every bit of extra credit I can. My family has been a blessing in taking Becks on Saturdays so I can cram in about 6 hours of uninterrupted work. I've taken one exam so far and nailed it- 100%. I have another exam on Friday and while I know realistically I won't get a 100% on it, I am aiming for a high A. It's been a difficult pace to maintain and I'm looking forward to July 9th (last day of summer school) so I can have a break before I juggle 3 classes and work full time in the fall on top of being a mom. OMG what was I thinking? Hopefully in my off time I can drive a few transports and take a few photos so this blog doesn't look so neglected.

Hope summer is treating you all well. Enjoy a few pics of the brat pack and my awesome new plates!

A dirt lot

This is where Princess used to live.

On this dirt lot she dodged 18 wheelers and gravel trucks. She once had her foot run over and lost a nail as a result. When she was spayed in an effort to shut me up, she recouperated here, in the dirt and motor oil. Often, I tended to various war wounds she ended up with. I'm pretty sure she wasn't missing a chunk of ear when we first met. Occasionally, she was allowed in the air conditioned offices to cool off. I don't think she was ever kept inside during thunderstorms. She slept outside 99% of the time no matter the season. I have no idea how often she was given clean water or what they fed her but I'd bet money it was Ol Roy. At one point, someone tried to steal her in the middle of the night and had her backed into a corner of the chain link fence until the man living on the property came out to see what all the fuss was about. Finally, the day I had a new collar and proper tag for her with my information on it and the words "spayed" engraved on it, she went missing. I'll save that post for another day. It's amazing what I have chosen to forget... I hope she has too.