Show me the eight of pentacles...

I have some GREAT news!! My dog, Dax, who I spoke of in my previous post, is NOT going blind. We went to see an eye specialist yesterday, and it was discovered that Dax has an infection that has attacked his body through his eyes. Blood work was done to determine what the infection is, and I will know that on Monday. Both eyes are inflamed and have a cloudy substance in them (not seen by the human eye). With eye drops and antibiotics, Dax will be back to normal soon. I couldn't be happier! And I know it's because of the support I received from my incredible family, friends and co-workers. Thank you! It's just amazing to me that he went from total vision impairment Tuesday night to raising high concern in our vet on Wednesday to being fine on Thursday. Thank you, God! Thank you for answering all our prayers.


To add to that good news...the pilot for the vampire show I've been filming has been picked up by Showtime! This is super exciting news!! However, I will need to prove to the Showtime people that I deserve to keep my part. I will now have to re-audition for the show, and this time I'll be up against c-list Hollywood actresses. The director really wants me to keep my part, which is great, so he told me to bring it in this last scene we are shooting next week. I have to be able to standout from those tall, skinny, hot Hollywood girls and prove that I have the most talent, that I know the role better. And because I've been playing the role and have had one-on-one interaction about the role with the director, I know more about my character than anyone else. I have to use that to my advantage. Everyone please send good thoughts and prayers my way that I get to keep my part. I mean, how awesome would it be to be on Showtime?! It could be my big break : )

Side note about the post title: The eight of pentacles is associated with self-improvement and rewards that bring tremendous joy and satisfaction. If you were competing for something (the role in a TV show, for instance), this would symbolize the first prize. This tells you that success will be yours.

My Dog Needs Your Prayers

OK. So it's been a VERY long time since my last post. It seems I temporarily forgot how to take words and form coherent sentences with them. I didn't think anyone would enjoy a post that said: Yellow monkey lawnmower twisted lawsuit. I mean, how would you know that I was telling you that a yellow monkey was riding my lawnmower when he twisted his ankle, and now I face a lawsuit. But after some tedious therapy I can once again form sentences.

That's my lame attempt at humor. It's the best I got. Right now I am trying my darnedest to be optimistic. Trying desperately to avoid the voice inside my head that's telling me to breakdown and cry. I just want to submerge myself in water in hopes that it will wash my worry away. The concern I have is for my dog Dax.


Dax is my little angle. The sweetest puppy you'll ever meet. So full of life. Loves to run and play and give kisses. Which is why I knew something was up when I came home last night and he was acting so different, so lost. He was disoriented. Sniffing everything in the house like he was sniffing it for the first time. He would bump into things like he didn't see them at all. I would hold my finger or a toy in front of his face and move it from side to side, but he didn't follow it. He just stared blankly into space. His face was empty. I, of course, panicked and started crying because I was so scared for him. I mean, he must have been so confused, so scared. The vet was closed at this time, so I just waited until the morning to get him looked at. I slept with him snuggled close to my chest so that he felt safe and so that I could tell if something went wrong in the middle of the night. I woke up several times to make sure he was OK.

This morning he could see just fine. He went down the stairs into the backyard, which is previously was too scared to do, just like normal. I tested him again with my finger and a toy, and he followed it just fine. Hope was restored. However, I still took him to the vet to get checked out, to make sure there wasn't something I was missing.

The vet called me a bit ago to say that she is sending Dax to an eye specialist. My heart sank. My breath gone. She said that he'll follow her finger and walk in a straight line like normal, but that when she shines a light into his eyes neither one restricts. And when she used her special lens to see the structures behind his eye, she saw nothing. Her concern is that he has Progressive Retinal Degeneration, which is untreatable and inevitably leads to blindness. He is seeing a specialist on Tuesday. That feels like it's forever away. I want Dax tested now...but I can't do anything about that. I am on a cancellation list. If someone cancels I'll get their spot.

I'm just so upset. I don't want Dax to go blind. I hate to think that he'll never see his mommy's face again. And it breaks my heart to think about what he's feeling, to suddenly lose his sight. I am praying so hard that he does not have PRD, that what he has is curable and treatable. And I need your prayers as well. Please.

If he does go blind I will love him just the same. He will still be my precious baby. I will sit down with the vet to go over with her what to do when you're dog loses sight, and we'll go from there. Until we see the specialist I am going to love on Dax and comfort him and just make sure he feels at ease with his surroundings.

Please pray for him.