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I am exhausted. So totally. I worked all day, and then did a spa. I have a spa tomorrow night, work Sunday, work monday, meeting monday night, work tuesday, spa tuesday night. I need money, so whatever, I guess.

I'm entering Finn in a show for March 7-9. I'm going to be a big girl and stop being a chickenshit. Why is it I can handle criticism on anything but my dog? I showed him to my breeder friend, and she didn't say he was a horrible breed speicimin and I should neuter him right away. Which makes me feel good. That, however, does not mean he's not exactly that, and that I shouldn't do exactly that. Although she has two of the top ten mastiffs in the nation right now, so... She probably knows what she's doing. Anyways, it would be really good to do well at these first two shows, so I can build my confidence.

We are not running away, we're making it work here. Did I say that already? We cut the guest list, and a lot of stuff,like dinner. And some alky. Suck it. The biggest bar town in West Michigan is two miles up the road. Get shitfaced on your own dime. But still bring a gift.

Well. I'm tired now. I will leave you with Finn pictures.



Thank Goddess the new computer is on it's way. This one is slllllooooowww