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2009-05-15 2:19 AM Doggie hmmmm, my annoying neighbor who i thought was evicted lets her friend's doggy roam around her house and apparently my balcony space.
ok, i'm left to my own devices I can be a little bit bitchy. actually the dog, a Dachshund dog, takes full pleasure in our balcony, which i share with annoying neighbor girl. it should be noted that last night when my temp hit 102 and when it finally started to break around 3:00 a.m. i was still miserable. i eventually managed to crawl in bed around 5:30 a.m. the dog suddenly decided to go on a barking frenzy (surprisingly enough about a month ago, someone's dog went on a barking frenzy and tausha---neighbor-girl---screamed "Shut the Fuck UP! I guess what's good for the gander is not good for the goose) later in the day, said dog, is all of a sudden at my end of the balcony chewing on things dogs shouldn't be chewing on. when i walk out side and say "tausha, honey, your dog is chewing on things he shouldn't be chewing on and by the way, he pooped on my balcony" she replied from below, "It's not my dog" and then yelled at her friend to go get said dog and then told me not to pick up the poop but have her friend do it...well, i picked it up regardless. 30 minutes later, Dachshund dog was STILL on my balcony and actually had made himself quite at home in my patio chair. ah yes, he'd crawled up in my safari chair and took a nap. anyone who knows me, knows i LOVE dogs. i do...i have a problem. the fact is, dogs are easier to raise than children. and if you can't treat a dog half as well as you would treat a child...then...you don't need a dog. let's hope this dog's owner doesn't have kids. Please!!!!!! tausha asked the girl to take care of the dog. she didn't. I don't even know who this girl is. i don't even know what she looks like. i'm praying this girl doesn't have kids. because if you can't take care of a dog, you sure as shit can't take care of a child. my son is jonesing for this breed of dog. he has a name picked out...Karl (or maybe Carl, i'm thinking Karl though, because he is his step-father and i's child...meaning we're a little marxist) he is threatening that the owner of this dog is going to lose this dog to him. he'll take him in a heartbeat. despite what i want (I want a Boxer,) we may actually end up with a Dachshund named Karl (Carl) (btw,this poochie is really really CUTE!) I just want a peaceful existence. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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