So, as I looked more closely at the eggs that appeared to be turning more white, it turns out that they're moldy. The ones that were buried, I have to assume are gone due to moisture. I found one egg in the sand that looked good, but there's no way, with as fragile as they are, that it's still viable. Speaking of which, How do I know that the eggs laid ever had a chance? I never saw Runako and Roxy doing the nasty. Can't she be laying eggs without actually mating?



The incubator showed up yesterday. So that I would now what to expect and need to do, I went and set it up with a few eggs anyway. The only variables are whether the vermaclite(sp) is the right moisture and should I put the water in the bottom. The directions were a bit confusing.



So, on top of the uro eggs being doomed, over the last week, I've had to deal with two friends being in two separate motorcycle accidents and Tuesday, I was indirectly informed that one is probably not going to make it. Then, being at the vets for a week, I get a call bright and early that my dog of 10 plus years, Sam, is having labored breathing because he's in the advanced stages of cancer. He has "maybe a month" to live. He's home with me now, but I become a wreck when ever I watch him breathing. Actually, any time I'm at ease with time to think. Even the doctor said that he's got such a strong spirit, that he can be as perky and happy as he is, in the condition he's in, is simply a miracle. I think it's the Chesapeke lab in him...stubborn as all hell.



With finals, work, two kids, and the household, I thank God for any time I have to spend with him and spoil him. It's nice not to worry about his weight and give him all those table scraps, treats, and whatever else he's always desired.



The hardest day of my life is coming soon.









I'm not ready for it.
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2.1 - Rocky, Runako, and RoxyIII (my care sheets)

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