New years is upon us.

Things are going well and I'm sleeping better. Another year has past and tomorrow I'm having a fire and some friends over. Jen came up from miami for a week and we got to catch up. Good to have her around again, if for no other reason that to bust on her for improper preventive motorcycle matainence...you know what you did! LOL

Diving has slowed down, but then it is winter so thats ok. I'm looking into getting a dive computer and a wetsuit...well maybe the computer. I like diving in board shorts and my coors light shirt. Makes me free like a rebel diver, and makes me look dumb as hell probably.

The case I was working on got picked up by the state and the mother fired the company from it. She was a very disturbed women and I'm really glad that DCF is now poking their nose around. It can only help our client, by keeps her away from him.

Well the big fuck shitty new is that Max , my german sheapard, went missing on Christmas morning. We noticed him gone around 6:30 am and at 9:00 am he had not returned. I went out driving around most of the day looking with no sign of him. Mom was devisated and I have to admit I was significantly upset too. I ignored the events of then day( two F2 tornados ran though the county, one right past my house) in a effort to find Max. By 10pm that night I had to deal with the fact that Max was either dead or stolen. In either case, not comming back. I can tell you that this made for a shitty christnas day and I spent it completely bumed.


Things were not much better the next day, I slept little that night and so around 6 in the morning I decided to try a few last things for Max. I email two talk radio show in the area and let them know and asked if they could let the listeners know. I also put an add in the pennysaver for lost dog. I really knew that it was not going to help but I had to try.

I was just finishing the ad when I heard my mom shreik " shaun! come quick!. Not knowing what was wrong I go bounding out of the house in my sandles and boxers with an AR-15. I meet her in the driveway and she yells" I FOUND MAX!" Where? I asked putting away the gun and trying to calm her down. "He's down a well!" she said....What? I gibbered. He fell down a well in a fernery two blocks away. So...ok...let go.

We drive over and sure enough, 25 feet down this 4 foot square concrete well shaft was max. Looking miserable standing in 8 inches of water, he let out a mornful howl. I get some " save the dog from the well gear" and with chris's help we get with to the surface wioth no trouble. Mom takes him to the vet, who treats him for mild exposure and gives some IV antibiotics and sends him home. No broken pelvis or legs or massive head injury. So for Christmas this year I go my dog back alive and well, which was more than I expected. I had to recant many "fuck christmas's "that day.

This year has been better than other, all things considered. I hope that next year is a good one for all of us. I hope we can all acomplish good things and feel like it was time well spent. I feel that this year was well spent and I like that feeling.


Have a happy new year everyone!


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