Well, dear fellow FML'ers, You do not know me except by references from my husband! I am Rocky Coder, and I am another fanatical convert to the little "fuzzy beans", (a term you guys invented, that I adore). My "hoomin' bean" hubby dearly wished for me to relate our adventures rescuing the "Fredonia Fuzzies,", and up until now, I have let him, and you guys down! Please forgive me! I am the only female tool and die maker where I work, and I am under a considerable amount of stress and overtime. Thank the Lord for the stress relief I receive from the babies and a VERY special husband! It all started when we discovered our only male, Ashlar, (Yes we are Anne Rice fans) was diagnosed as older than we thought, and with insulinoma! John was devastated, though he tried not to show it. I tried to cheer him up by telling him we could pick a new male kit from a nearby breeder. We could stay at this really cool bed and breakfast one block away, on the Ohio River, and make an event of it! He loved the idea! Now Fate and the FML stepped in! I work the 2nd shift and my dear hubby works the first! We miss each other terribly, on a daily basis! So, he got hooked on the FML to help him over missing me, bless his soul. He called me at work, on night, wanting to meet me for my dinner (30 minutes from an obviously generous company) and discuss a "very serious matter!" Of course, I agreed, even though I was afraid something was very wrong! Most of you know the story, he had connected with a beautiful soul named Troy Lynn who was desperate to find homes for a barnful of fuzzies! John asked if we could rescue some of these as opposed to spending a decadent weekend picking out a baby that would probably get a home anyway! One look at his face, and his concern, and how could I refuse? I told him, hey, it was his birthday gift, however he wished to spend it was OK by me. (We will overlook the fact here that it was tearing up MY heartstrings as well!!!! I am the tough guy in this relationship) So, equipped with maps, camping gear, a road plan, and people north of us looking to meet us back in Cincinnati to further pass on adoptees, we optimistically set off in a truck with a cappper. [Posted in FML issue 1766]