Tuesday, Sept. 06, 2005
End of the Three Hour Tour
This creature is the one in inherited from 00. Dog's name is Tetra.
While I was at work today, Tetra did a number on my home.
To her credit, she is house-trained so no, I didn't have to clean up that kind of a number. However, she pulled a bunch of stuff off of a top shelf and ripped it to shreds. Just completely trashed it. Paper, fabric, at least one cassette tape (there were shards of busted plastic everywhere) and my truck's sun-shade were in bits and pieces and scattered all across the kitchen and the living room floors. Someone went into the house and let her out onto the porch and closed the door behind her. If it wasn't the landlord, you can bet the landlord won't be far behind.
00 is now aware that if there's not another place to take the dog within 24 hours, she's going to the animal shelter. I can't afford to be evicted over a dog that isn't even mine.
Fortunately Tetra didn't destroy anything irreplaceable (at least I don't think she did,) and 00 told me her uncle wants Demolition Dog. I was hoping to drive the Canine Catastrophe to said uncle myself tonight. However, since I never got absolute confirmation of whether or not he's taking her, and it's now 7pm, it ain't gonna happen before tomorrow. I can't remember for sure but I think his place is about two hours' drive from here, on top of the rim. One way. I am not gaining much by driving until bleary-eyed to drop off said
horse dog, only to fall asleep at the wheel and have a close encounter with an elk. Those suckers are big enough to take out the truck and me with it!
New boss has returned home as of today, after a prolongued vacation. He called and asked if we were in the newspaper. I blinked, lacking even the foggiest clue what he was talking about. Then he explained that in times past, with previous managers, we invariably earned a write-up in the local paper. And it wasn't complimentary.
All righty, then.
I assured him I'd done nothing newspaper-slam-worthy, that the station was still on the air, and that I was still here and so is our sales manager. I didn't tell him our Gentner was again DOA. That'll wait until tomorrow. However, in his absence we've accomplished a few other things that I haven't told him yet; good things, this time around. He should be a relatively happy camper overall
Art already mentioned it in his diary but Bob Denver died. Gilligan's gone. Sad. Hard to think that he was 70 years old - same age as my mother when she died a couple of years back.
For the rest of us, life goes on - but you have to give Mr. Denver credit. Taking a plot thinner than national guard troops in New Orleans the day after Hurricane Katrina, this guy made several generations laugh, one after another in succession. And that, my friends, is a pretty special gift.
It's not all that late but I am just exhausted. I guess I'd better call it a night and go to bed. I have a pretty good idea that tomorrow night after work I will be driving a barking behemoth up the rim to another house. Y'all wish me luck. That, and the ability to stay awake for the drive.
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 - )