the VOD strikes again

so
the VOD needs a bone scan
so she can have her back
crazy glued

a week ago she asked
if it happens on a Tues
can I please take her
cos the bother has
inventory every Tues
of 2 of his stores

I say ya…but only if
it’s on a Tues.

she phones me Monday
and asks if I can take the day off
and take her in for it on Friday

I assume that means that
something has come up
and that the bother can’t make it

I ask the boss
and cos I’m a one of where I work
I double up on the work
to get 5 full days of work
done in 4 days
and book Friday off

tonight she tells me
that the bother
the “golden boy”
will be down Friday PM
to take her to the bank

so why did I take the day off?
cos it’s too early to expect
the golden child to be here

fact: I’ve driven that silly old woman
to every Dr appt, bank, grocery and liquor store
for 12 fucking years

fact: the golden boy owns his own
mutha fuckin business and has
managers in place
so he can leave when he wants

fact: when I suggest that maybe
the golden boy should hie his loppy arse
down here to take her to the hospital
she gets all pissy with me
cos I’m “so mean to the golden boy
and he’s come all the way down here
to take care of her
when no one else would”

fact: the golden boy has only
been puttin in appearances
for a year

and still – she’s not got hammered
and threatened to piss herself in his car!

and while I’m on a fuckin rant here
why did I just spend $500.00
that I didn’t have to spare
gettin a computer and accoutrement
for her
and now she says I’ll have to wait to set it up
cos the golden boy is comin?

don’tcha just love family??

some days I really really really
wish I could drink.

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Dog people….



it now strikes me as funny

that I went so long
without a dog in my life

dog owners
are a strange lot
but I guess I fit right in

I’ve only had this pup for
6 days
and already
I’m completely enamored
with having
something
living
breathing
chirping (cos she hasn’t found her voice yet)
when I come thru the door

Something happy to see me
unconditionally
happy

she’s been to the vet
and has none of the health issues
we thought she might
no heart murmur
no luxating patellas

she weighs 2lbs 9oz
and it turns out
she’s actually 18 weeks old
instead of 13
but it’s all good

I’m tickled pink
I prolly should have done this
3 years ago
right after I lost Coco

Pixie is a welcome
addition to my home…

she’s found dust bunnies
bigger n her
tucked in a couple of places
behind doors and couches

she likes music…
with every new piece of music
I play
she sits up
and stares at the speakers for a bit
as if gauging whether or not
she approves…

she’s discovered dropped
sunflower seeds for chewing
cos she can get under things
my vacuum won’t fit

she’s tried to chew
wax, a pencil, my glasses

potty training
is a work in progress
and if I give her a dental chew stick
she can only chew half at a time
which causes her
to run around the house
all in a flutter (literally)
trying to dig a hole
to hide the remainder in
behind the couch,
in a bag full of wrapping paper
under the couch cushions

it’s hysterical

she’s buried her Kong chew toy
under the afghan on the couch
and used her nose to
smooth the blanket out
so that no one will know it’s there

…shes a dog
no matter how tiny
shes a dog

and apparently
as I am enjoying her so much
I am a dog person

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