drum solo to follow
February 08, 2002Yesterday, we had a dog for roughly four hours. I awoke to the sound of a howling dog in my living room, and discovered that Mom had brought in a stray to rescue him from the circling animal control truck. (It reminded me of those nightmares I have where Mom brings in a stray dog.) The dog promptly ate all of the cat's food, and then freaked out when Mom tried to take him out to the garage. He whined as loudly as possible any time people were out of his sight. He also jumped on me, and my legs broke out in hives where his nails scratched them.
Slightly longer story short, Mom called around and located his owner within hours. He had escaped his yard when they put him out to crap in it the night before, collarless because he had just been given a bath. He was a young dog who had never been out on his own before, last night was colder than most have been this "winter", and he was apparently being chased by the dog catchers. Not a good day for him.
In the meantime, the cat went and peed on Mom's bed, letting us know that she will take none of that bringing in dogs shit. She sure knows how to make her point.
And this is what passes as an adventure around here lately. Maybe I'll start a meth lab, just to stir things up.
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