Not much to say. I'm 26, I'm a veterinary technician, I lived in Mexico for two years. I hope to save the world someday...one dog at a time. Those who know me know what a joke that is. Basically all my hopes and dreams in life were shattered, and I'm piecing them back together, one sliver by shard. At the center of my world is my dog, Moxie, an eight year old cattledog collie cross. Oh, and I have depression. Its mostly under control, but may color my posts from time to time. Don't take me too seriously, I don't.