sonya ina

Ben and I were on our way to the mall last night and my car wouldn't start. At first we couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, then we realized it was the battery. We jump started it, and drove to the auto parts store, where we tested the battery. Sure enough, it was dead. The guy at the store was nice enough to install a new one for me, even though he didn't have to. (He also took $15 off the battery, sweet deal!) By law, if the fuse box is above the battery they aren't allowed to change it, but he wanted to give it a go. After about 20 minutes of fumbling around in my tiny VW Beetle engine, and praying the rain would hold off, Ben and the auto parts guy took the old one out and put the new one in, yay! All is well. ::phew::

In other news, one of my coworkers breeds tibetan mastiff's (beautiful beautiful dogs) and she assists her vet in deliveries every now and again. So, last night she got a call that an english bulldog was in labor, and since they have to be delivered cesarean section they needed as many hands as they could get. Basically, what happens is a lot of times the bulldog puppies that are delivered last don't make it because their oxygen supply gets cut off.

Anyway, they delivered 11 puppies! All alive! 11, sheesh! Usually they only have about 4 or 5. Sounds like some sort of record to me.

I can't wait for Ben and I to get our own dog!