obeys, listens, kisses, loves...
I really miss my doggy. Animal Cops this week featured two different stories on two different mistreated boxers. Seeing a boxer in live action
makes me miss Rascal something fierce. He was such a great dog. A gentle giant. Tail going 3,000 miles an hour. Oh and the slobber! Everytime he drank
water...everytime he ate...slobber central! We had to keep towels around our house so we could wipe his face after he ate or drank. He was so good that eventually
he knew the drill and he he'd eat, come upstairs, and smack his lips as he entered the living room and sort of just...waited there to wipe his jowls.
My cat, Phantom, has a scar. When he was still youngish, we all got home from work and school and a chunk of Phantom's leg was missing. Had no idea what happened to him.
His fur grew back white. He's an all grey cat with a single white spot.
Rascal had a scar, too. We used to have a 29 foot long travel trailer. We had it parked in our yard when we first got it. Me or my mom (can't remember who), happened to open
the door just as Rascal was walking by. It scraped him. He had a small spot (black, the color of his skin) on his side where the fur never grew back.
I'm looking at one of the last pictures we ever took of Ras...and I'm like..."That's not my dog!" He was all grey. But the Rascal in my mind will forever be that young stud he
was. No grey fur. Rascal certainly didn't age gracefully.
Sorry to keep dragging this on. He's been gone for over a year and you know, it's still hard. He was a fucking awesome dog.
Ok, I gotta quit making myself feel depressed.
So it's a holiday weekend...I say "woo hoo!" to that. Looooove 3 day weekends. And I've already been told we'll probably leave work early tomorrow. Cannot argue with that!
Not to keep going off on animals...but my mom has to take the three kittens (LOL, they're over a year old, but they're still kittens, probably will always be called "the kittens") to
the vet for their shots tomorrow. Saturday we're taking Phantom and my Grandma's cat (Silver) to the vet for their shots. Sounds like my mom is gonna have a rocking fun two days.
Was beautiful outside. We ate lunch outside. I didn't want to go back to my desk. I just wanted to fall asleep on the picnic table. The bird poop on the picnic table didn't even phase me.
Everytime it's nice out when I'm at work, and I go outside at lunchtime, I'm like, "Man, if I could go home right now, I'd totally go home and lay in the grass and sleep." But you know,
if I really did have the opportunity to go home, I highly doubt the first thing I would do would be run into the backyard and crash in the grass. But the thought is nice, isn't it? The thought
that counts...
