October 6, 2012
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an ultra tense day at work, knowing that I'd prob'ly come home to a dead dog. the night before she was convulsing something fierce. I'm thinkin' I'll have to bring her in to be put down after work, if she isn't already gone. I do breakfast with Mark (friend from the stalag), then hold my breath thinking I'm ready to face the music. am I just keeping her around for my own selfishness. she can't tell me she's suffering....but, once home, she's seems fine. I give her the biggest hug ever, and have been monitoring her ever since for more signs. I'm wondering if she just had a reaction to the flea stuff I put on her back that day. I told Brian about the situation and he says his cats have similar twitchy reactions. holy crap! and here I thought she was gonna die! she's still a feeble old girl, so I mix in some aspirin with her moist food. she's doin' a lot better than I expected this weekend. I was on the edge of crying all friday night, just thinking about not having her around. here's hopin' she hangs around for a while longer. she's the coolest porch sittin'/ beer drinkin' companion I've had in a long time
.someone's already got their wood stove fired up. I can smell it in the air (being that I'm currently porch sittin'/beer drinkin' with my pooperdog friend). I should consider a back up heater (as I do every time this year) in case the power goes out and it's fitty below. a kerosene heater would be ideal. t'would be a good "just in case" item. I'll look 'em up online here soon.
just got back from hittin' Arby's for lunch and gettin' my hair cut, all the while listening to NPR's 'this american life', etc. then I stop by my favorite beer store for a 12'er of Schlitz. tonight Brian says he's gonna make some chicken fajitas (Mmmms!). last night he grilled pork and made some cheesy rice throwing in a movie called 8MM (nick cage). I was pretty plowed by the end of the movie and couldn't figure out how to restart it (after turning it off for a pee break). Brian got a flustered by my attempts, but wouldn't take the remote to do it himself. he ranted on for a long time as I was trying to figure it out. pretty soon I stopped paying attention to my actions and started laughing at his. he would not quit barking and ranting, nor would he take the remote. after minutes more of this circus act, I just gave up and went to bed. I never did see the end of the movie, but I can pretty much fill in the blanks, being a typical nick cage movie, and all.
so, about a month ago, I had just enough beers in me, during one our barefoot pooperdog walks, to throw one of Rosie's poop bags on top of Benny's car (Benny is that guy that borrowed 21 bucks and a ride to the beer store, and never paid it back...I believe I told the story back when). it happens to be a hatch back of some sort, and the bag of shit soon became lodged between where the hatch lifts and the car itself. seems Benny must not have noticed it right away. he must have discovered it here lately, I no longer see a plastic bag sticking out of the hatch
. he prob'ly has a good idea who placed it there, being we walk past his house at least twice a day.tonight's the big rumble betwixt Jon Stewart and Bill O'riely (sp?). it'll be aired live at 8pm online. I dig these guys debating more than any presidential mudslinging.
anyway, I ran out of beer, and I best go plug this 'puter into the wall before the 'bat low' light comes on...
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