Please powers let me recover from that jerk robbing me and let me scrap the money together to feed my petsand myself and to pay for my preordered Fallout: New Vegas.... and Fable 3... and whatever other game calls to me :P

YAY I finally got a truck thank the gods. Its is wonderful and lifted and has spot lights and its so awesome I love it! Watch out people Keira is going road warrior lmao

PLEASE take a figure drawing class and stop drawing breasts that look like upside down hearts or balloons! I know psychologically thats what some men want (maybe they never had Birthday parties and balloons formed a weird sexual liking lol that they want EVEYDAY) but its not realistic and even if thats your drawing style ton the helium down a bit :P

So wtf is up with the not very impressive banner art? I have seen some great artists on here and I am not sure why these crappy ones are on display. Just my opinion. It just doesnt appeal to me and with the overwhelming talent in a lot of the furs I have seen, its not like there are few options.

Its weird I always thought I would love and have a huge blowout for my birthdays...... funny how you hit like 13 and it all goes away :)

So as today winds down my Birthday is coming to a end and so is my cold I picked up at Rainfurrest or my counseling convention I went to after. So Ive been in a Nyquil induced coma since :) Loved seeing everyone at RF and had so much fun with my friends and realized how important Rabbit aned Kataan are to me! I love you guys! Oh Rabbit thanks for being my... errr fashion consultant before my reveal lmao I would have died without your support! Love ya!

This was posted by someone on FA and it disgusted me and I wanted to pass it along and get some awareness and stop this disgusting slaughter of animals!

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/te.....s-with-trucks/

Rainfurrest here I come! I'm so excited to spend time with Rabbit and Kataan..... And getting to see friends and meet new! Can't wait to see everyone! Rabbit I know your gonna be working but I hope it also counts as a holiday for you. You deserve it! See you guys tomorrow morning!

http://www.electriqueboutique.com/s.....8_a_7cC_d_4183


So I bought this and was curious what people thought of me wearing it to RF.... I would like the input!!!! Thank you all!

So someone dropped off a cat and her kitten at our house saying they needed a home. I agreed and asked about the cat. She said "Oh she is used to people blah blah blah..." She lied!!!!!!!!!! I opened the crate (and I know about animals and dont corner them and never have many issues) this cat came out turned and looked at me and bolted at me! I have bite marks on my face and left hand! I thought I would b alright with soaking it.... OH NO! Next day my face is swollen and my hand is killing me. Got to Airway Care clinic , they tell me to come to them with a cold. My hand looks like hell they cant or wont help.... so off to urgent care. Im hooked up to a antibiotic drip and told if it not better come back tomorrow (today) my hand swelled so bad last night and I had to go in AGAIN! Another hour of listening to people bitch about sore throats and other stuff and then they tell me I have to come in for another round tomorrow..... UGH! My luck sucks sometimes!


Good news... my puppies are fine around my chickens...... Im getting some more chickens. Close to getting a truck. RF is close and the mummy cats kitten is a cutie and has 6 toes on each foot! He is a polydactyl cat! Look it up they are awesome! So thats the good!

I will update as soon as I get news my hand isn't gonna get a skin eating infection and/or fall off.... wish me luck!

So my dear dog ozzy has another skin tag ( I hope) on his eye that Im going to need to take him in to get removed. Ozzy was a rescue and I believe that he was meant to be in my life maybe even more than my other beloved pets that have come into my life. He is apart of my heart and tears are in my eyes thinking of it. I have funded the vets office due to his vet bills and woudnt change a part of it except the pain he has had to deal with.

People who abuse animals should be tortured. I think skinning alive might be sufficient.... I may change that thought when I think of something worse. Maybe eaten by rats... but back to Ozzy. My family was in the process of buying the 20 acres we live on and it was winter and my mum, sister and neighbor were walking around looking for a perfect spot where we should put our home. Now my mum hates big dogs, she is scared (was) scared of them but she has a sense for amazing and important things... she felt someone watching them when they left our property line and crossed into the neighbors on the road. He is a filthy pig who never feeds his pets, doesnt have running water or septic. So as they were walking toward there my mum felt something watching them, she looked toward a old school bus that "this man" has dumped on his property. Out came a blue eyed, black and white pup. He was soaking wet, your could see every bone in his body and was limping and bleeding. Even with all this he climbed out of that bus and up a small hill to my mum. She wasnt scared. Although he was in pain and looked like he had (and we now know) been through hell he wagged his tail to greet them.

How can a creature human or animal have that capacity to still have hope? To still think that everything in the world may hurt them, and to keep trying to approach people even though many others had let him down? Well my mum and them kept walking not knowing what to do for him. So she called me and said you have always wanted a big dog and well one seems to have found us but he doesnt look like he is going to last long. She kept talking to me and turned around and he was still following them, struggling to keep up but his tail was going the whole time. I pleaded for her to bring him home. She was naturally and righly worried that if he was that hurt he would bite... he never did and never has. When I recieved him he was so pleased... and in such a mess that I wanted to kill his old owner. We took him to the vet and they said that his front legs had been run over with a quad or had been crushed with a 2X4..... he should have surgery to break his bones and wire them together. We didnt have th money so the Vet told me just to see how he did. Slowly I got him healthy and he loved everyone who approached him. He slept with my rabbits and cat and just had this undying will to survive.

Well I thought of course where there is one pup there are others. I drove to the home of his former aduser and all in his yard were pups in various states of abuse. Some looked dead, some close. I told him I took Ozzy and he said "whatever" I told him I would be back for the others..... the next day all were dead but one... she had become so hungry she had tried to eat a porcupine and the idiot that was her owner CUT the quills down at her skin.... I scooped her tiny body up and realized I had to get those Quills out. I got all but one. So I called her Quill and took her to the vet who said the quill in her chest would work its way into her body and hopefully disolve or come out somewhere safe. He couldnt get it. She had a lump over her heart where it had been cute off.

When I reunited her with her brother Ozzy, we became a happy family. All was well for about a month, maybe less. One day I just felt something was wrong but I had to leave my babies at home and stay with a friend while my mum was out of town for the night. I hate I had to leave..... when I got home the next day my heart dropped I knew something was wrong. I rushed to where Quill and Ozzy were and there was Ozzy laying with his sister and she was so cold.... she hadnt died long before because rigor was just setting in. I broke down.... I didnt save the others and now only Ozzy was left. I carried her out into the yard in the sunshine and held my baby girl. I cried to the heavens and prayed to anyone or thing I could think of. I rocked her... I sang to her and didnt want to let her go. Ozzy kept vigil over her and me while I said my goodbye. Then I saw the foam in her mouth... her abuser had taken his last victim. That quill the same that she got her name from hadn't moved out of her chest or dissolved.... it hit her lung or heart. He killed her the moment he cut them off. Im so thankful I gave her a wonderful life while I had her but I could barely stand it. Ozzy watched as I drove away with his sister, his friend, my other baby. I wanted her to go back to nature so I did what my native traditions have shown me and I found a spot on our property the highest up on a rock surrounded by flowers and there I let her lay. I sat there for hours.... for a while I found peace in the sun... surrounded by nature and knowing I brought her home.

Ozzy healed and grew strong and healthy and he saved me more times than I can count. In the winter his foot gave him trouble but he never wanted to show me or anyone he was in pain. The only sign was his limp... he never wants anyone to worry. Well years later after we had moved onto Spirit Acres (the property we found him on) he was got quilled by a porcupine. Ozzy sulks when he is sad and will not look at me for a while or take a walk. He was with our other dog when this happened and they both wandered off..... her name was Jazz. He didnt come home that day... I freaked. Where were my children? Why did they go ( I didnt know about the porcupine yet)? Are they hurt? I looked for a week. Put up a reward, talked to neighbors, took out a add in the paper. Then my heart fell. It was the hottest part of the summer. What if they are dehydrated? Hungry? How was I to know it was much much worse..... the call I thought I wanted came. Ozzy and Jazz had been seen but miles from home and they told me that if they had gone farther they were not coming home. I ask why?! and they informed me that some vile being who did and made meth shot anything that walked past there house. Not Ozzy, not Jazz they couldnt be shot.... they are fine with cats, they sleep with my rabbits, they are fine with livestock and dont chase them and are fine with children..... Ozzy never even bit when he had every right due to pain to do so! No... no they couldnt be shot. Well they werent back for a week. One day our neighbor said to my mum that maybe they should take me to look at goats and get something for me to care for and have to take my mind off my pain for a second. I agreed to look although it would not stop my heart longing for my dogs. We came home with a baby llama. But thats a different story. I named her Nash. For the first time in a week she made me laugh and I bottle fed her.... I was going to have to somehow deal with the thought Ozzy and Jazz might not come home.

The exact next day in the morning our neighbor was at our door and said look who I found.... too good to be true. Ozzy came home! He was mad that something new was in his house and had been out in the rain. But he was home... oh how my heart soared! But where is Jazz... she must be not far behind. Then I saw his leg... the same one that was smashed when he was a pup that I couldnt afford to get operated on but the one I made better and took such care of. It was being held up... sort of. I looked at it and thought he must have dislocated it. I went to move it and see how bad it was... I rotated it and the noise and what I felt sent a chill down my spine and made me sick... it crunched. It had to have been broken. How much that must have hurt... he had every right to bite me he barely flinched. Just licked my cheek and a tear that came to my eye. I had to get him to the Animal Hospital. I drove like I never drove before. When I got there the got him a IV in and took a Xray. He was alive though so my heart was much more peaceful. Then she came out and asked me into the room she put the Xray up and I saw it was bad but it was registering how bad. I could see his leg was shattered...... but what was that bright thing in his chest? Well Ozzy and Jazz walked to far... they found those walking demons and they shot my babies. I knew then Jazz was dead, so I got a grip I had to be strong for Ozzy.

The vets loved him, they all talked about hom he delt with them so sweetly. He never snapped even though he was in pain. He just graciously took his food and water and let them poke him. They kept him a day or so then sent him home. ARE YOU KIDDING! HIS LEG IS JUST HANGING THERE! He was in agony but the hospital wouldnt operate just gave me pills and told me to make him a appointment to get it amputated. So I took him home, the vet i called kept putting the surgery off. Do they not care he is hurting! She was waiting for her check from the bank to be in her hand. We had to get a loan and my mum went bankrupt to get his surgery... how dare she make him wait. The day before his surgery I could see he couldt take the pain anymore... that light he always had in his eyes was gone. I could see that he would soon give up all his will to live. I knew that tomorrow was that last day he had to deal with it but he didnt. Thank god he hung on. It was a week he had his leg dangling at home... How far did he travel with it like that though? The meth house was about 8 miles away so he traveled at least that over country terrain.

He came out of surgery and the vet said "if he had a mean bone in his body, we just removed it today." My baby was safe... he survived the Impossible. The leg that always caused him trouble was gone. What are the chances that it was his bad leg that got shot? I think someone or something was watching over him and hopefully Jazz didnt suffer. He ran faster than ever and his hugs were even better because he could get closer to me now that that leg wasnt in the way. I had to take his E Collar off lol because it was so big that when he hopped along (it was his front leg that was shot) it struck the ground and his head got stuck :) but he survived and he is here and healthy today.

He is 9 now and I am facing another surgery for him... Im scared as always, but we'll make it. We have to he has two puppies who need to look up to there dad and learn from him. I have cried throughout this whole entry... I know its long and it is just something I needed to write. If you are reading this please pray for him and his health or whatever your religion or beliefs are, I would appriciate it. If you know someone who cares about there pets ask them if they would read this story of Ozzy.... his story and so many other animals stories need to be heard and more abused animals need to get homes where they can live in peace and happiness. Please share this and if your reading this... Thank you. I shall be posting a picture of Ozzy if you would like to see it!


I would die for him and for any of my pets... actually my family and friends.

So I am now by joining FA steping on new ground. I doubt anyone will really read this but I think it's important to write this down. Rabbit introduced me to the scene and I was comfortable as soon as I stepped in. Its refreshing to see people who love animals as much as me and have a affinity with them. I cannot wait to go to Rainfurrest and am looking forward to that escape to be me.... no hidding behind the rules of my work or what people think is how I should act. I can be spend a weekend with 2 people that have never wronged me and have fun and laugh. Not many people know, I do love photography and I think on here I will have a outlet to post the pictures of animals I have taken. I just want to say Rabbit thank you for always being there for me and helping me expand my horizons and to those who I met at 09 Rainfurrest I thank you for your kindness and friendship and excepting me with open arms. For anyone who may read this I will update and type more about myself every chance I get :)