Saturday in the Park.



My neighbor passed out in her yard.  I really need video, I honestly could hear her snoring from my porch.  Note the tongue hanging out.











Roomie is still sleeping but when he wakes up I'm about to be homeless along with these two canines.  My friend found this dog wandering in her neighborhood and almost getting hit by a car. 

My friend took the dog all over the hood until she ran up to an apt door. Turns out it was the dogs house but the people didnt want her back because they were moving so they must have just opened the door and booted her out.

  Her collar and things where still inside piled by the front door.   They werent looking for her. They gave my friend all her papers and she has all her shots.  Assholes, tossing their dog out like that.  I hope it comes back around to give them a huge bite in the ass.  Stories like this make my heart ache.

My friends had her for a few days at her house and said she is perfectly behaved but she has an old tired dog this one is way too much for so I said I would take her for my days off and will try to keep but Roomie is going to have a hissy fit when he wakes up. 

I already let her in his room and she jumped in bed with him but he slept through it.  Cavedog and her have not stopped rolling around, he is beside himself with joy but I know Roomie is going to say no.   I know a number of the good dog moms in my Park so at least I can introduce her around if someone knows of a good home. 

Despite the crazy eyes she doesnt have rabies.  One is light blue the other brown.  Sweet girl,  rolled in poop and smeared in on my arm right before I put her in my car to come home.  Maybe Roomie will say yes but the odds of winning the lottery are better.  Damn dogs.  I will not fall in love.  I will not fall in love.

posted by: rustymadgal at 08/25/08 07:16 | link | comments (17) |

Cavedog and his cousin.  

One of the last things I want to see in my mailbox is a letter from the gubment.   Forget about me man, move along,  theres nothing to see here.   Actually most of my mail I dont want.   I almost tossed this letter unopened but it was from the Dept of Labor and my curiosity got the better of me.  

Could it be finally someone in charge is asking me what I think about w$#k?  Its about time dammit.   I hope Cate Blanchett plays me if my story is made into a whistle blower movie. 

I'm not alone in avoiding official correspondence, the first line of the letter was Dont Panic in bold type.  Seems a worldwide corporation I interviewed with a few years back is being evaluated for their hiring practices and I'm supposed to fill out a questionnaire about my experience applying for a job with their sweatshoppe. 

Its been years and I dont remember much but I'm sure I was wronged.  Bastards didnt hire me did they?   Looking back I think the interviewers did ask about my religion, marital status, age, race and offspring not to mention calling me sugar tits.  Yep I'm sure thats how it went.

Found the creativeness of the Dept of Labor refreshing, they included a name and number to contact telephonically if I had any questions. 

Just a few months after his last $100 Vet bill for eating poop in the woods, Cavedog is $100 worth of sick again.  Dont know whether to blame a bear or the pope but wish they would stop.

posted by: rustymadgal at 08/09/08 10:10 | link | comments (9) |