SOME DOGS DESERVE HATE

Firstly, Spod  has kind of hit the reality wall.  He has been doing so well up to now but today he made a number of comments that show that the finality of his situation is beginning to really sink in.  And there just isn't anything I can really say to make him feel better about it.  The whole damn thing just sucks.  I really wish I could bring him home.  There is still time to have lots of fun and just some normalcy. 

 Tomorrow Jan and Jim and Joan and Frank are coming to visit.  Maybe this will help him.  The nurse has secured a wheel chair for us and we will meet them in the cafeteria.  Sometime during that visit Monte will bring Parker over.  We can sit out on the cafeteria deck.  

As of tonight there were still no results from the cytology on the fluids.  We have our fingers crossed that they will be able to get enough cells to eliminate a colonoscopy.

Now, about a certain dog I hate.  When we moved here a year ago it became very evident really fast that the house down below us had a stupid brainless dog that did nothing but bark and bark and bark…at nothing.  And I don't understand how the neighbourhood can stand it!  All freaking day, from eight in the morning til about nine at night that frigging dog would bark…nonstop.  So instead of phoning by-law peeps, I wrote to them.  A syrupy suck up letter, appealing to their human side to shut their evil asshole dog up.  And they did!!!  A month later, when I was sure it was going to stick I sent them a gorgeous thank you card.

They would let him out for ten minutes, four times a day approximately..and of course the jerk would bark nonstop for the whole time he was out.  But in the last few weeks that ten minutes has been stretching to twenty then a half hour and now and then a whole hour.  And it was happening more and more frequently as the days went by.  

So the other day I was out back and he was barking and barking and barking and I looked down into their yard, the little corner you could see and there he was, looking up at me and barking.  Just then I noticed the lady of the house come out.  So I yelled down as hard and loud as I possibly could, "SHUT THE FUCK (sorry) UP YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE."  The lady looked up and quickly took her dog into the house and shut the door.  At least I think she did.  I was coughing up a lung from yelling so loud (ever since I quit smoking a hundred years ago I can't yell, or laugh very long or even talk loud without coughing my guts out) and I didn't really see clearly but the dog stopped.

And…we have never heard him since!  Not once.  Not for a pee or a quick run or anything…he seems to have disappeared!  I am wondering if they finally did the right thing and got rid of the brainless twit.  He simply doesn't belong in a neighbourhood with normal people.  And how is it that people think other people want to listen to their stupid ugly dogs bark endlessly?  

Well, the kitchen is now pretty much empty and ready for being ripped apart.  After talking with the countertop people and getting their time line it looks like we will be kitchenless til the end of October.  'sigh'  It can't be helped but now I am trying to figure out how we will eat properly.  I am going to move the keurig into the bathroom…at least there is water there.  We have a bbq to heat things and I shall put the microwave near a plug somewhere in the house.  I think I shall go out and buy many paper plates, bowls, and cups. 

 Back in the old days when Aryn and Kevin were babies I lived in an old farmhouse.  I did the laundry, diapers and all, in the bathtub, wrung them out with a hand crank wringer and hung them on the line to dry.  Those days are over.  I will not wash dishes in the tub.  Paper it is!

Well just thinking about all that made me tired.  Off to chair.  Sleepy.  TTYL