The Aftermath: Everything Happens for a Reason

July & the beginning of August were not the best in the W Household, with the start of the month claiming Felix to the coyote, and the end marking the disastrous finally to our first attempt at pro-creating. Life was pretty low. A, our Aussie was greatly affected by the stress also. 

We ended up at the vet after a week long bout of diarrhea turned bloody. After, hours at the vet & a shaved butt, it was determined to be stress related. We were given antibiotics to help with the healing process & told to give her a bland diet of chicken and rice.

S & I also decided that we needed a break from reality. We decided to pack up the camping & climbing gear and head out to Lake Cushman for a long weekend of camping & climbing. It was just what the doctor ordered. It was good for all of us to get away from the usual grind and forget the crap that was lingering at home. How can a view like this not pick up your spirits?

In the last several years, my life has not gone as I planned over and over again. Every time, life has proven that "Everything happens for a Reason."

DAMN YOU LIFE! Don't you know how much I hate being wrong or not getting my way?!?!

Out of the crap came some good, as it always seems to do (quite to my annoyance, especially when I just want to be pissed and pout). 

First there was the solidification of two growing friendships. S&P went out of their way over and over, plotting and scheming for my own good, always there around the corner, just in case. It was amazing support and I know I would have been a nervous, blubbering and a depressed wreck with out their distractions, shoulders of support and optimism throughout. I love you guys!

Second, we had a different addition to the household. With one shedding mess gone, we decided that it would be a good time to get S's giant fuzzy beast. A co-worker found a listing (2 for 2!) for Bernese Mountain Dogs, S's dream dog, and we checked it out. Next thing we knew we had a deposit on puppy number 3 and were awaiting the delivery of our new puppy. Months later G is 50lbs heavier, a foot+ taller and I can't imagine life without the happy-go-lucky lug, who needs ALL THE LOVES, all the time (and wont stop stealing my slippers, no matter where I hide them).  

Third, there is always another opportunity... somewhere around July 13th, 2013!