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I’m still recovering a bit from the events that happened on Wednesday the 14th. I was getting around to go to a wedding. My long time friend and her girlfriend were having a ceremony down at the park a few blocks away from my house. I put a sun dress on with my sneakers (ya, that’s just how I roll) and thought I would take Molly with me since she was pretty hyper and I felt the walk could do her some good and wear her out a little. I grabbed my iPhone and digital camera in one hand, and the leash in my other hand.

And we set off toward the park. I didn’t realize how distraught Jonah was going to be without Molly. He usually whimpers and cries when I leave the house but it was like he was being tortured when i took Molly and not him (he goes for walks without Molly and Molly usually just chases the cat around) and it’s too hard on me to take both of them because their leashes get wrapped around each other and I don’t have money to get one of those Y leashes. Anyway, I could still hear Jonah howling 3 blocks away. I thought he would eventually settle down because Mommy always came home and he knew that.

As I neared the park I started looking around for a group of people indicating where the wedding was. It’s a big park with a big lake in the middle. It was so bloody hot, sweat was rolling down my face. I’ve always been a bit sweater, not like some of those girls who stay nice and dry who’s makeup doesn’t even smudge (like I wear makeup but you know what I mean). I decided to cut through the center of the park, where there was a bridge that went over the center of the lake so I could could get an eagle eye view of the park so I could find this wedding since I was 5 minutes late at that point. Then right when I was nearing the middle of the bridge I thought I saw Molly out of the corner of my eye jump over the railing bar. I turned around but my right foot didn’t turn with me and I lost my balance going right through the center of the bridge bars and head first toward the lake. Because I had Molly’s leash tied around my hand she came tumbling in after me. As soon as I hit the water I started looking for Molly which didn’t take long because I could feel her cocooning on my head. So with one hand balancing her on my head I used the other hand to swim toward the shore.

A really nice middle aged couple saw what happened and were at the side of the lake ready to help me up and out. The lady had a hard time getting Molly off my head and I kept slipping on the mud but I finally got out and just plopped right down on the grass in shock of what happened holding Molly close as she licked gross lake water off my face. The couple asked me if I was ok or if they needed to call 911 and I told them I was fine, just a little shaken. When I stood back up I realized I didn’t have any shoes on. I also realized I wasn’t holding my iPhone or my digital camera either. All three items became the lakes lunch.

I didn’t even try looking for the wedding at that point. My back started getting sharp pains in it and I just knew i needed to get home and get showered. Molly wouldn’t let me put her down the whole way home and I didn’t blame her. The street was really hot on my bare feet so I tried to walk on my neighbors grass as much as possible.

I feel horrible for not making the wedding. I wanted to be there so bad on my friends special day. I’m pretty distraught about losing my digital camera. It’s going to take a while to get that replaced.

What a day …. I’ll laugh about it in a few months. The next day I had a sore throat and laryngitis and the next few days after that I was just really tired and sore, like you feel after you’ve been in a car accident. Today I’m back to normal. Molly has been really clingy to me ever since it happened. Poor girl, I hope that this doesn’t scar her. Jonah was happy to have us home. He had tears I had to wipe away because he couldn’t stand being away from his sister. Those two have really bonded. I’m glad too, it’s just what I had hoped for the both of them.

Me and my clutzy adventures ..

Mom and I made it home safe and sound the day after we left. We left Georgia at 10:04am Friday the 13th and made it home on Saturday at 2:45pm. We made some insane miles in a short amount of time. My Mom drive and since she has a lead food we averaged 80-85 the whole way. I also had Jonah and Molly on my lap almost the entire way so by the time we both got home we were covered in animal hair and I felt like I’d been hit by a mac truck.

People come into our lives for a reason and who would have thought it would be my first love? The night before we left Vince called me to tell me good luck and to be safe on the road. We’ve been texting ever since and today he sent me a very supportive quote.

“A smile is a sign of joy. A kiss is a sign of love. A laugh is a sign of happiness. A friend like me, well that’s a sign of good taste.”

Like I told him Thursday night, he’s always made me laugh and that quality of his hasn’t changed a bit. He’s being a great friend to me right now which was completely unexpected but aren’t all great things when we’re in a time of need?

Laughter is medicine, I really truly believe that and I’m happy he’s back in my life.

We went to look at a house yesterday that my realtor thought for sure I’d love but the minute I was in that house, I felt repressed, closed in, and by the time I was leaving my panic attack started. Mom asked me if I like the house or felt peace about it, and I didn’t want to disappoint her with the truth, but I’m not a liar so I had to tell her what I really felt even though she liked it so much. She said I need to be honest in how I feel, and if I don’t feel peace in a decision then it isn’t time to make that decision. I love how she’s given me such good advice throughout my life, I only wish I would have listened to her more so I wouldn’t have made such bad decisions.

Our whole family has been going through the grieving process this past week which in turn makes this past week, for lack of a better term, suck. After some talk, we’ve decided that Jonah needs a friend in which he can speak dog to. One that is smaller than him so he’s not intimidated. One that doesn’t want to play with my 11 year old Neves and scratch him up to the point that he hides most of the time (he’s really getting social without the fear of a kitten ready to pounce him at any minute). And one with girl bits, not boy bits because

I’ve always wanted a girl pet, and let me tell you, I’ve had a LOT of pets throughout my life. I don’t know how I always get stuck with boys. I’m not sure I planned it that way, I think it just happened but not this time. This time, Jonah is going to have a little sister, a best friend, and a life long companion. Jonah is damn near a perfect dog in all ways. He has such good manners and he would be the perfect role model for a youngin’ to look up to, and adopt those good mannerisms, like how to ask to go to the bathroom, and how to ask for more water or to let us know his food bowl is empty. How not to beg, but sit patiently while us humans are eating our human food even if he doesn’t take his eyes off of each and every bite we take.

We want a little mini wiener dog. Now it’s time for the search and to make sure we are getting a healthy dog. I already called the humane society and they don’t have any we could adopt. It’s always the first place I look.

This isn’t a replacement by any means … nothing can replace our dear Pepper, but just like humans, animals weren’t made to go at it alone.