today the pookie and i had to take an early morning hiatus from the house. the house, it seems, is no longer run by us - all decisions are made by the realty company. great. grand. wonderful. just sell the fucker and let me out... but. (there's always a but...) this wasn't a quickie 15-minute showing as i was promised. they were here for over an hour - almost an hour and a half. how rude. for all that, at the very least they could have left me money on the nightstand or something... hehehehehe... :D they looked like bajiggity old farts, i don't see this house as being appropriate for bajggity old farts, but money is money is money, and as long as the check cashes, whatever... bajiggity old money spends too...
anyway. the point of this rant was that the pookie and i had to go on an early morning hiatus. so. what better way to introduce a dog, an already unhappy car-bound dog, to a leash and collar? i stopped at the park (i can't remember the name - the one north of the post office in kville) and let the pookie out of the car, with his leash and collar on. he freaked out. the collar is one thing. i think we can learn to deal with the collar. the leash is another thing entirely. he's not okay with the leash. i look as though i'm dragging around an epileptic cotton ball - and one that's in pain, at that. (he really wasn't in pain, but he truly thought he was dying. so he made that sound - you know that sound when you hold an aardvark under water? yeah, it was close to that, but a little more high pitched. i really don't know what that sounds like and i'd never hold an aardvark underwater, aardvarks could prolly beat me down and today i'm too tired to fight back.) anyway. our first walk was a short one; it lasted about 1.7 minutes and he let me know that he'd had enough of that. he bit the hell out of my foot and chipped my toenail polish. we'll work on leash training another day.
and now... now it's time to prepare for work. back to work after just 3 hours of sleep. i swear to god, if i wake up to the vacuum again. i'm going to hurt someone. someone with the initials fat eddy. grrr....
p.s. anyone want to buy a house in kville? sweet balls. click here...
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