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A House Covered in Fur

It’s been awhile since any of my adorable critters have been featured on the blog. Not for any lack of cuteness but because they’re mostly featured over on Instagram. (I fully admit that Instagram is a lot more fun that I thought it would be.)

I’ll do a mini-intro for each pet for anyone new to the blog.

Blanket thieving once again.

Zelda, our second pet together. (The first being a rat named Wednesday.) We’ve had a love/hate relationship. She likes to do bad things. But since we’ve moved to the house, we’ve seen a whole new cat. We now have a nightly ritual that if I’m not in our bedroom at the correct time, I hear persistent mewing.

Snowed in.
Meanwhile, this one likes to make snow angels.

Ozzy, our first dog together. We’re dog people, thru and thru. We adopted Ozzy from a high-kill shelter in Flint. Michigan when he was 10 weeks old. He was malnourished, dehydrated, had roundworms and mange. He’s the first animal that I nursed back to health and 100% the reason I got into animal rescue. By my own estimation he’s lab/chow/pit bull mix. He’s a big, laid back baby who kicks all the ass at cuddling.

Brisk morning romp in the yard.
Gaming with Dad.

Samus. Oh, Samus. We were planning on getting a second dog a year later than we did. My grandpa was dying, I was depressed, my husband decided I needed someone to take care of who couldn’t take care of themself so I wouldn’t dive further into depression. His irresponsible coworker at the time had a new litter of puppies. Inbred puppies. Mom had had one litter of puppies by a neighbor’s dog, they kept a male puppy and when he was old enough, he knocked up his mom. She’s 3/4 mini-Aussie and 1/4 Rottweiler. To top it off, mom stopped nursing the puppies at about 5 weeks and the people couldn’t handle the puppies cries so they locked them in a bathroom. One which, they did not clean and eventually threatened to throw them all out in the snow if the people who wanted one didn’t come pick them up. That’s how we came to have a puppy at 6 weeks old who shouldn’t have been separated until 8 weeks. She’s an adorable pain in the ass. She’s high energy of course but also has anxiety and OCD, along with severe trust issues.


Wild Magic – Book Review

3 out of 5 stars

This had been on my TBR pile for 3 years. My 15 year old cousin owned and highly recommended I read it. Since he’s pretty wise for his age, I did. He also told me that he had not been able to find the rest of the series so, guess what he’s getting for Christmas?

Here begins the tale of Daine. An outcast girl with the ability to talk to animals. (I was jealous at this point already.) With no family left, she and her trusty horse friend Cloud left her hometown to look for a new life. What she found was friends and an epic adventure. Creatures who have not existed in her world in over 400 years are breaking free of the realm they were locked away in. Some of them are good, a lot are bad.

Befriended by one of the world’s strongest mages, she begins to learn how to use her ‘wild magic.’ *cough* Book title *cough* They will need all the advantages they can get if they’re going to save their world.

There is nothing particularly special about the writing itself. This is also clearly a young adult fantasy. Despite those two points against it, I need to know what happens. I liked it enough that I must know the end results. Or at the very least, check out the next book. Here’s the best part of sharing books with a cousin into fantasy; since I bought him the rest of the books for Christmas, I now have access! Mwahahaha!


Tid Bits

It’s funny how sometimes you just remember some random ass part of your dream from the night before and nothing else.

This morning I remember swimming in a large indoor pool with a baby macaque monkey in a diaper. He kept shitting his diapers and I just kept swimming in the pool with him.

That’s it. Now I’m stuck here wondering why I wasn’t as grossed out in my dream as I am now. Why did I keep swimming in that poop water?