Maxximus

     I just really wanted to dedicate this page to the best dog my family ever owned: Maxx. I watched this video just barely and it made me think of him. God Made a Dog

     So here goes the story of Maxx. My uncle Randy used to breed great danes and I remember one time we were at my grandma's house when she lived in Lehi and he brought over all the puppies. I was in heaven. Great dane puppies are the CUTEST things ever. They're heads and paws are huge and they have wrinkles of skin they have to grow into. They are so clumsy because of those huge paws. I held all the puppies and begged my dad to let us keep one.  Of course he said no.

     A while later Randy said a lady that bought a puppy was giving it back because he was "too rough with her kids". So guess who got that puppy?!

    I tried to carry him around everywhere I went. But that didn't last long! I gave Maxx baths once a week. My dad knew I wanted to be a vet someday so he let me bathe him, trim his nails, and do anything I wanted to. He was my BIG baby.

     It was kinda fun taking Maxx everywhere with us. We took him to bridal veil falls a lot and everyone loved him. Then the movie "Marmaduke" came out and everybody thought Maxx was famous. He really was a good dog. He could be a spaz if you got him hyped up, but he would be calm when it was time. We used to get him to jump really high and we'd sometimes throw his football over the roof and he'd run so fast he'd look like a big deer. We always knew before Maxx passed away we wanted one of his puppies so we had one from his bloodline. So we got Mesa. She's alot different than Maxx. She's real sassy and has quite the personality but we love her.

      When Maxx was 6 years old he started to get sick. He didn't have nearly as much energy and would lay around all the time. I don't remember alot of what was going on with him because it all seemed to happen so quick. He was a tough dog. My dad took him to a friend of ours who worked with a vet. The vet said Maxx had cardiomegaly which meant his heart was enlarging which was causing too much stress on the rest of his body. The vet gave us some meds to help Maxx which seemed to help but we didn't want it to be like that for him. He deserved better than that. On January 26th, 2013 it was an amazing day. I got married! Everything seemed so happy that day until after our reception. We drove straight to my parents house to grab a few things, I was even still in my wedding dress! I remember walking out the door to leave when I remembered Maxx. He was at the top of the stairs laying down on his side and breathing so slowly. It broke my heart to see him like that. I walked up the stairs and gave him what turned out to be my last kiss on his cheek. Then I walked out. We went on our honeymoon that night and I tried to keep my mind off of it. My sister texted me and said they might be euthanizing Maxx that day. I of course cried like a little baby. I specifically remember looking at Mark through tears and saying, "I'm sad!" and I remember how stupid I sounded. It makes me laugh just thinking about it. Later that day my dad sent us all a text that Maxx wasn't experiencing anymore pain and was with his dad now. Me and Mark were driving to Nevada (bass pro shops hotel of course) and I just laid in his lap and cried for what seemed like hours.

     When I got home from the honeymoon it was really weird walking into my parents house and not having Maxx right there waiting for some attention. I remember looking up at his pillow and feeling that stupid frog in my throat. Then my dad told me the whole story of what happened. I'm so happy I wasn't there because I'm not nearly as tough as my dad. He said he was sitting on the garage floor with Maxx when he just knew it was time. He wouldn't even get up for food or water. He just laid there helplessly. My dad asked one of our neighbors to help lift him up into his truck. He drove to the vet and called ahead letting them know he'd be there and it was time. Maxx was in the back seat resting his head on my dads arm as he drove. He said as he was driving he felt all of Maxx's body just take his last breath and then his whole body relaxed. And just that fast he was gone. He must have known where we were headed and that it was his time. I feel like the timing was perfect and I'm so happy he didn't have to suffer. I'll miss you Maxximus and nobody could ever replace you.

08-01-2013 How important you think education is

     This is one thing that I've learned in the past year. Education is SO SO SO important! I can't imagine not going to school right now and not working towards a career. Especially since I recently got my dream job and it's what I'm going to school for.
     Without my education I'd be stuck as a cashier right now, not that that's a bad choice for everyone but I am definitely not meant to retail. Because if you sass me, you better believe I'll sass you right back! I always look at older people, like parents, that are working at dead end jobs and it makes me so sad. I can't imagine not having an education. Especially in our economy now, there aren't very many jobs out there.  It's always nice to have a Plan B and some education in your background because you never know what can happen! It's scary. So yes education, in my mind, is extremely important!! The end. 

08/01/2013 Your biggest regret in life

     This one was pretty hard for me to think of.. I thought of one that probably doesn't seem that hard but it was really hard for me. Maybe just because I'm a really sensitive person.

     So once upon a time I had this boyfriend. We dated pretty seriously and truly did love him. The biggest problem was that I did not fit in with his family at all. I felt uninvited and his brother was actually pretty rude to me. Any time I went to his house with all of his family there I felt really uncomfortable. Which was a big deal to me because I always wanted in laws that I could hang out with and be myself in front of (which I got luckily)!

    Well after about 4 months of dating he was preparing for a mission (I'm sure you know where this is headed now..). It was really hard for me when we'd talk about him leaving because 2 years seemed so long to me and I didn't know what would happen. I'd try not to cry in front of him because I definitely supported him serving a mission! I always told him there were no promises whether I'd wait or not and that we'd just see what happens. Well a couple weeks leading up to him leaving I made a dumb decision. I promised him I'd be here when he was back and that I wouldn't date. I really thought I was going to marry him. I remember him being in the Provo MTC and at the time I lived in Orem so I felt so close but so far away from him! That was rough on me. It was easier when he left for Argentina. I'd go to his parents house for mothers day and Christmas calls but always felt like I shouldn't be there.

     Then of course I met Mark and fell head over boots for that guy! I was comepletely honest with both of them from the beginning. I told Mark all the time that I had somebody else and that I made a promise to him and I told the missionary everything about Mark. I'd tell him when I started hanging out with him, when feelings started and when I made my decision. It was all very confusing and hard for me. I didn't understand why I'd have to hurt someone that I truly cared for. He was a really great guy and I know he'll find an amazing girl and I know Mark is a better match for me than ANYONE. The only thing I do regret is breaking that promise.