Rowan, my therapist...

So Justin and I are going through a little rough spell in our lives. The 4Th love of his life (after me, the cat & dog, of course!), his car, motor blew on the 4Th of July. Guess fireworks weren't the only thing going boom that day. Just a freak thing that couldn't have been prevented. We are thinking the previous owner lied, and did in fact have a supercharger on it, weakening the internals. Luckily Justin is a really good mechanic and can fix it, however there is the small little problem in our plan, MONEY. Its going to cost a big chunk to fix it, a big chunk we don't have.

After being turned down at the bank for pretty much any kind of loan, we were both really down. Justin more so, because he loved that car so much, cars are his passion & life. We got home let little Ro-stink out of his crate and just played in the backyard with him. He could sense our stress and just laid there rolling around in the grass and giving us lots of reassuring kisses. It made the whole crap evening slightly better and made me realize how happy the little turd makes us. Who needs a shrink, when you can have a Ridgeback puppy??