The Good: This week I'm cracking down and going to finish up some owed art, which means I'll be able to open commissions again soon! And with Spring Break being next week I'm really going to crank out the art, so keep an eye out for that! Also! I've got some fursuiting to do with Tsebresos along with making my own suit so we can go to Anthrocon. You've probably already seen it, but I really need to sell my Lioness Fursuit http://www.furbuy.com/auctions/1053580.html so I will be able to afford to go to Anthrocon, so please spread the word!

The Awesome: So come next month I will have graduated with my AS degree! Now I know that it isn't really a degree that's good for much, but it's a start. My plan was to get my generals out of the way so I can go on to get my Bachelors in wildlife biology. It's taken me a few years, but I'm almost there! Once I've graduated the next step will be to continue on to become a wildlife biologist, but I know for a solid fact that with my dyscalculia I won't be able to go to any school here in Utah; I'll have to find someplace else (which isn't really super awesome news, I guess). But I'm still stoked about graduating!!

The Sucky: The super super sucky; my dad wants to get rid of my dog! He's working in Washington DC (I think, he keeps moving around) while my stepmom lives in Idaho with my dog (my dog! Not her's!). She's going to stay with my dad for the summer but they can't bring Rosie (my dog) with them but they are unwilling to pay for a kennel or to have someone watch her, it'd be cruel to keep her locked up for three months on her own, no one in my family will watch her, and I live with my mom and siblings in a crappy little townhouse that doesn't allow pets (we're lucky to have our cat). So what is my dad's solution? Get rid of Rosie. He's given me about a month and a half, more or less, to find some way to keep Rosie, but I don't have a clue what to do! I hate it. I really hate the whole thing. All of you who relatively know me will know that the divorce and the following years have been the hardest, worst of my life, but I think that my dogs really got the worst of it. One is dead thanks to the neglect of my dad and stepmom, and now I might lose the other. I've got to come up with something, and soon. Pray for me, please.