Monday, Sept. 05, 2005
Not So Little Hobo
Oh joy. Guess I inherit 00's dog regardless. I wasn't asked about it this time; Oldest Son just called and demanded to know where I live so he can bring the dog. I guess 00 moved in with them, which means in a few more weeks she'll phone, crying, and ask to move in with me again after all. I know this whole pattern intimately. My phone number won't be changed, for a whole lot of reasons. I already changed my IM and other information. Apparently 00 thought it would be fun to help herself to my online info. Fun fun fun. I have nearly everything changed now, passwords and so on.
For what it's worth, I didn't tell Oldest Son where I live, beyond the name of the town. I told him I'll meet him somewhere. I didn't tell him I'm already debating whether said dog goes to the local Humane Society. I'm less inclined every day to take on a behemoth of a dog. I don't dislike dogs, don't get me wrong; I just don't have the space or resources or patience to care for one, and don't think it's fair to the dog to coop her up inside this tiny space of mine. I also don't have the money to pay a pet deposit.
At least said dog doesn't chew things (or hasn't in the past, anyway.) That's always been a pet peeve. Pun intended. She does, however, bark at every sound - which, considering I live in close proximity to neighbors, will become an issue in a hurry.
I suppose I should get dressed and pretend I care, eh?
Time to paint on a happy face and get on with my life.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )