Jamie Wakefield

I’m going to start this out of sequence. Yesterday we went and saw Avatar with a bunch of friends that are generally the crowd I hung out with in college, with the addition of wives, sons, a sister and friend. Honestly, I had low expectations for the movie. Don’t get me wrong, I understand it’s all new 3-D technology and I understand it’s from my favorite director, the man who can do no wrong – James Cameron. My hesitance to embrace that this was going to be the movie to change all movies was the plot. I didn’t like District 9 because adding alien trappings to a story that was essentially Apartheid or any number of similar stories about man’s inhumanity to anyone or anything that is inconvenient doesn’t make it good. Avatar looked to be a story about Eastern Europeans pushing American Indians off their land and having no respect for their beliefs- with alien trappings. Plus, the thought of aliens fighting off superior technology with bows and arrows brought back memories of Ewoks and I

This blows. My two twelve-year old shelties were put down today. It was definitely their time and I scheduled nine days ago to have the vet come out to the house. After a bad night I gave them a week but the vet couldn’t make it that day and they got a two day reprieve. Last night they had New York Strip Steak for dinner. Merlin ate three pieces and left the rest. Morganna didn’t even chew hers and went through it in less than a minute. Later in the night we let her finish off Merlin’s. We’ve spent the last two weeks stuffing them since they love food. They’ve been living on nice wet canned food and people leftovers. This morning I gave them tranquilizers so they wouldn’t be scared when they saw the vet. They were very stoned but didn’t go to sleep like I was hoping. The vet, Scott, showed up with an assistant and asked if I wanted them to be asleep before he gave the final shot and I told him yes. Merlin went to sleep quietly after one dose. Morganna, always a fighter, refused to go u