I want to MOVE

Away. From. Here.

I'm tired of MethLab Estates. I'm tired of dogs running loose.

Why? The proverbial straw?

Monday Morning. Of course Bubba starts moaning (mooing?) to go potty. I get up at around 5:30 am and take the dogs, Bubba, Cletus and Ziva out to potty and let out the cat, Whiskers (stupid name, but I got him about 10 years ago a year old and already named). Whiskers stays outside.

Sometime around or after 6:00 am I hear Whiskers screaming. I run outside but I don't see him right away. I DO see a medium sized dog, and I'm pretty sure it was the brindle pit bull from across the street running away. All of a sudden, Whiskers falls out of a tree. Not bleeding, but spitty and with obvious internal injuries. It looks like it's just a back leg. I think (hope) he'll recover. I'm sure he'll be ok.

But damn! My beloved Wickers!! Attacked in his own yard! MY OWN YARD!! And if I had gotten out there sooner, it could've been me! I called the sheriff (at the Hubby's insistence), but was told since we live outside of town and there's no law against loose dogs, and no county animal control there was nothing he could do. He did advise if we were threaten by any animal in our own yard -- shoot it.

So this is your warning. Your stupid-ass loose dog, the one you have no control over, the one not spade or neutered, the one without any vaccinations - comes into my yard again, threatening me and mine - it's DEAD!! YOU HEAR ME!!

Another reason I'm sick of not having money.

Life Lessons You Never Think You Have to Say

Don't go out without pants or shoes. Picking up the paper in your underwear is (well, gross enough) one thing, but getting groceries at the store is another. If someone needs to tell you to put on clothes before you go out, maybe you shouldn't go out.

Checking out customers on Monday, close to the end of my day. I get an older dude (my age or older), reminding me roughly of David Crosby. Wearing a long, dirty, white t-shirt. First I notice he's not wearing shoes (disgusting!), then (scanning up, I guess) I notice he's NOT WEARING PANTS!! This is one of those times where being quiet and introverted comes in handy. I finish checking him out, I give him his bags, I may have told him to have a good day.

Then I (quietly) freaked out. A Supervisor tried to tell me they were bike shorts. No Way!!! I know the difference. Thank God my day was almost over.