I don’t know yet if the police have taken my “uncle” in for questioning yet but wouldn’t today be so apropos & perfect? I think so.

Over 8 years it’s taken me to even get close to 8 months. I remember hitting 8 weeks & thinking, how in the hell did I manage this?!, never mind 8 incredibly long & hard months, the worst of which I spent in Scotland, 5,000 miles away from my support system that is Bear & his family & honestly, just the freedom of being here & being myself…..

Now that my sun tan is very much gone, I feel my scars stand out more than they have done the past few months, even if it’s just me that fact has me taking a little more care of them – The best remedy is time but there’s still some decent lotions & potions out there that I feel make a difference too. Right now all I need is for the last raised one to go down & stop looking so purple & angry at me all the time! When that happens, like it has with the rest, I’ll be content & happy with that. I’ll be good to you, you be good to me right?!

Anyway, we’re off to the Animal shelter today – Actually since we’re here, did you know they recieve an average of 41 animals per day? That’s 15,000 per annum.

- Looks like I’m going to need a bigger crate….