Holy Flying Dog Poo Batman!
Greetings...
Do you want the good news first or the bad news first?
The bad news is, I took the last miracle-pill last night.
The good news is, I found out it will only cost $45 to get more.
I'll have to get the Hubby to pick them up for me.
As I was fluttering and puttering about the house today, I glanced out the window, and what did I see? A bag, a plastic grocery bag, tied, and tossed, into my front yard. I told Little R....I bet that there bag is full of dog poo. She, being the brave little soul that she is, went out there and opened that plastic grocery bag....It was full of dog poo. Why? Why do my neighbours bother with this? It blows holes all through their story of "not liking to pick it up", (which was their excuse for ever bitching about it in the first place). They have to pick it up to put it in the bag. Not only do they have to pick it up, they have to carry it out front and then toss it. WTF? Retards.
Yes, he was out there loose today, OOPS, I took my eyes off of him and he was gone, shoot me, shoot him, whatever. Another neighbour kid brought him to the door, which she didn't have to do, but just shows you what a big, scarey, beast he is, LOL. My kingdom for a fence. But that just brings up the question, if it bothers them so very much, why don't THEY put up a fence? They know me. They know me pretty good, kind of. They know how I feel about my dog. They know I don't freak out when Bear takes off. I know he'll come back. I know where he goes. If he gets himself run over or shot, well, that's MY problem.
A while back there was a little article in the local paper about someone finding their dog shot dead out in front of their house. It happened around the corner from here, on one of the lines (thats a sideroad). I happened to meet a guy at that Christmas party we went to, who knows the owner of that dog. He said the guy let the dog run loose all the time, and it must have gotten into someones business, and got itself shot, dead, and then the shooter dumped it in front of the owners house, in the ditch. Obviously that is not what I would like to see happen to my guy. I won't live in fear of that either. If a dog was truly causing me grief, I would call the animal control. If it was truly dangerous, I may shoot it. But I wouldn't be sneaky and petty either way. I know exactly when they did it too, because Bear barked. He ONLY barks when someone is creeping on the property. Dogs are amazing creatures. They feel your mood. If someone is up to no good, they know it. When anyone comes to the door, if he likes you, he won't bark. If he doesn't know you, or if you have bad intentions, he will freak out. If you walk by the house, out on the street, he won't bark, but if you turn into our driveway, he will. He barked for no apparent reason this afternoon, and my guess is that's when the plastic grocery bag full of poo came flying over from nextdoor. Jeez...LOL.
I keep going back and looking at all the photos I've posted recently. Just want to be sure there isn't something I've missed, something I really wouldn't want the world to see. All I've noticed is the shirt Hubby wore New Years Eve. He did actually start out the evening wearing a very nice, long sleeve, button down shirt, over that cut off deal he's wearing in the pics. He was even going to wear a tie too, but we couldn't find the only one that would have worked, with snowmen all over it, so, no tie it was. About the shirt...he doesn't actually go out and buy those things, just so you know, he has them given to him. We are aware of what the shirt means. He knows a guy who is a member and gives him shirts. Thats all. It's a support thang.
I've done more pulling stuff out than putting stuff away today, ugh. At one point I was looking for something stupid, that I know I have, and thought I knew where to find. Yeah right. After a couple of hours, I found it. Jeez. I've come across stuff I'd forgotten I have too. We have, no exaggeration, about 30 boxes of miscellaneous crap around here. Maybe even more than that. It's ridiculous. It probably wouldn't be so bad if the stuff was packed away with some sort of order or reason, but it's not, it's just what ever, where ever, all over the place. Computer crap mixed in with gardening crap, and so on. I did find a little pair of curtains that would fit nicely in our little redneck trailer, hehehe.
I have a piece of bark, birch bark. It came from a tree at our old cottage. The very first time I took Hubby up to my fathers cottage, he carved a heart in the bark of this old birch tree. This was like before we were all hooked and serious, it was a milestone moment, it was him trying to be romantic. Eventually, the tree had to be cut down, it was dying. So, we saved the piece of the tree he had carved on, and eventually the bark peeled off the wood, so we burned the wood, and now I want to put the bark in a frame. Silly huh?
But, THAT'S the kind of crap I'm talking about, lol. My gawd, I am going to have one big assed yard sale some day!
K, have a good night, I need to start finishing what I started today!
Do you want the good news first or the bad news first?
The bad news is, I took the last miracle-pill last night.
The good news is, I found out it will only cost $45 to get more.
I'll have to get the Hubby to pick them up for me.
As I was fluttering and puttering about the house today, I glanced out the window, and what did I see? A bag, a plastic grocery bag, tied, and tossed, into my front yard. I told Little R....I bet that there bag is full of dog poo. She, being the brave little soul that she is, went out there and opened that plastic grocery bag....It was full of dog poo. Why? Why do my neighbours bother with this? It blows holes all through their story of "not liking to pick it up", (which was their excuse for ever bitching about it in the first place). They have to pick it up to put it in the bag. Not only do they have to pick it up, they have to carry it out front and then toss it. WTF? Retards.
Yes, he was out there loose today, OOPS, I took my eyes off of him and he was gone, shoot me, shoot him, whatever. Another neighbour kid brought him to the door, which she didn't have to do, but just shows you what a big, scarey, beast he is, LOL. My kingdom for a fence. But that just brings up the question, if it bothers them so very much, why don't THEY put up a fence? They know me. They know me pretty good, kind of. They know how I feel about my dog. They know I don't freak out when Bear takes off. I know he'll come back. I know where he goes. If he gets himself run over or shot, well, that's MY problem.
A while back there was a little article in the local paper about someone finding their dog shot dead out in front of their house. It happened around the corner from here, on one of the lines (thats a sideroad). I happened to meet a guy at that Christmas party we went to, who knows the owner of that dog. He said the guy let the dog run loose all the time, and it must have gotten into someones business, and got itself shot, dead, and then the shooter dumped it in front of the owners house, in the ditch. Obviously that is not what I would like to see happen to my guy. I won't live in fear of that either. If a dog was truly causing me grief, I would call the animal control. If it was truly dangerous, I may shoot it. But I wouldn't be sneaky and petty either way. I know exactly when they did it too, because Bear barked. He ONLY barks when someone is creeping on the property. Dogs are amazing creatures. They feel your mood. If someone is up to no good, they know it. When anyone comes to the door, if he likes you, he won't bark. If he doesn't know you, or if you have bad intentions, he will freak out. If you walk by the house, out on the street, he won't bark, but if you turn into our driveway, he will. He barked for no apparent reason this afternoon, and my guess is that's when the plastic grocery bag full of poo came flying over from nextdoor. Jeez...LOL.
I keep going back and looking at all the photos I've posted recently. Just want to be sure there isn't something I've missed, something I really wouldn't want the world to see. All I've noticed is the shirt Hubby wore New Years Eve. He did actually start out the evening wearing a very nice, long sleeve, button down shirt, over that cut off deal he's wearing in the pics. He was even going to wear a tie too, but we couldn't find the only one that would have worked, with snowmen all over it, so, no tie it was. About the shirt...he doesn't actually go out and buy those things, just so you know, he has them given to him. We are aware of what the shirt means. He knows a guy who is a member and gives him shirts. Thats all. It's a support thang.
I've done more pulling stuff out than putting stuff away today, ugh. At one point I was looking for something stupid, that I know I have, and thought I knew where to find. Yeah right. After a couple of hours, I found it. Jeez. I've come across stuff I'd forgotten I have too. We have, no exaggeration, about 30 boxes of miscellaneous crap around here. Maybe even more than that. It's ridiculous. It probably wouldn't be so bad if the stuff was packed away with some sort of order or reason, but it's not, it's just what ever, where ever, all over the place. Computer crap mixed in with gardening crap, and so on. I did find a little pair of curtains that would fit nicely in our little redneck trailer, hehehe.
I have a piece of bark, birch bark. It came from a tree at our old cottage. The very first time I took Hubby up to my fathers cottage, he carved a heart in the bark of this old birch tree. This was like before we were all hooked and serious, it was a milestone moment, it was him trying to be romantic. Eventually, the tree had to be cut down, it was dying. So, we saved the piece of the tree he had carved on, and eventually the bark peeled off the wood, so we burned the wood, and now I want to put the bark in a frame. Silly huh?
But, THAT'S the kind of crap I'm talking about, lol. My gawd, I am going to have one big assed yard sale some day!
K, have a good night, I need to start finishing what I started today!
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