A Cartoonish Life

I hope it's more indicative of his tendency to drool a lot, but I've been finding the occasional wet spot on the carpet. Just found one a few minutes ago.

He's three years old. He's housebroken. I'd hate to think he's peeing inside. (I've smelled the wet spots. They don't smell like dog pee. They don't really smell at all.)

Kind of makes me think of the "Family Guy" ep when Brian started peeing on the carpet because of Lois.

This morning, Dad and I were helping Mom get out of bed. And she was crying because it's hard for her to get any sort of moment on her right side (at all).

Bo comes running into their bedroom, jumps on the bed, and puts his head on her chest, as if to say, "That's okay, Mommy. You can just lay here on the bed. I'll be here with you."

Bo got loose. He up and broke his damn porch line trying to chase one of our neighbor's dogs that they never put on a line. This was no one's fault, but I wish the parents would've just listened to me when I said not to put his ass outside.

It's too dark to go around chasing for him. So now I'm upset and will have to face the sad fact that my black Lab is running around in the dark where he'll probably get hit by a fucking car.


All because our STUPID NEIGHBORS don't obey the LEASH LAW.

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My baybee. :)

Haven't been able to get online in the last two weeks, and I do apologize for that. Hunter's been a selfish turd, what with getting the high-speed Internet and pretty much taking the computer all for himself so he can play his stupid games "live" on his XBox 360. It's an inconvenience for me because I can't get online on a regular basis to check my email account or to effectively particpate over at Starbright or any of the other groups I'm in. And it's an inconvenience for Mom because she can't rely on Hunter to get online to check her checking and savings account balances, which means she'd have to rely on me to do it, and I can't because he's hogging the computer in his bedroom. The old computer is pretty much useless, since it runs as slow as a snail even with an Internet connection.

Once again, I'm at the library doing what I need to get done on the computer. I'd be doing it this way more often, but I'm usually scheduled to work the day shift at work.

Speaking of work...I got a call from Target a few days ago, and I also had an interview. Target starts out with better pay, but it wouldn't be as many hours (25 a week on average).

Saturday night, I ended up going out to Chicago with Fester, Boojie, Max and Kevin (of course) to see the Midnight Madnesss Rocky showing. And you know...it's always fun to be in a theater yelling crap at Brad and Janet and Frank, but it's just not the same.

Took Bo to the vet last Thursday for his annual checkup. The day before, I decided to take him for a walk, mainly so I could obtain a fresh poop sample for the vet appointment. SOMEHOW, he got off of his leash and was running around like a wild dog, not coming to me when called. He was running across Belshaw Road, and he nearly got hit by a car. I was so scared and upset; he's very lucky he didn't get hurt. But the vet appointment went well. He's healthy as a horse...just kind of misbehaved.

And that's about it on my end.

He's mah baybee.

This is Bo!




They grow up so quickly, and pretty soon, they're not babies anymore. *sniffle*

So today was my first day at Strack & Van Til's. It went okay. So many produce codes to remember though! I think I can remember bananas, cantelopes and green peppers off the top of my head, though. And I need to get used to the registers some more, but all in all...like I said, it went okay.

My Fourth of July was kind of crappy, to be honest. All I did was pig out on KFC, ran four miles on the treadmill to work it off, and it stormed last night, so that killed any plans I had to go out and enjoy the holiday.

I cut a check today to get Bo enrolled in some obedience classes, because he needs them. He just turned five months old, and I need to break him of certain habits before they're too established (like attempting to hump me, for crying out loud). So I need to have my Tuesday nights free for the next seven weeks.

Update: Bo was SO GOOD at the vet's office! He's definitely a "people-dog." He whined a bit on the way there and tried climbing in my lap while I was trying to drive. (He's not used to riding in cars yet.) But other than that, he was good. He's in good shape. There's nothing really wrong with his eye; the vet checked and he said it might be irritated from dust, or worst-case scenario, he could have a tear-duct that isn't completely formed, but it didn't seem like it. He got his second round of shots, and he's due back for his third round (rabies, distemper, boosters) in three weeks.

We also got a sample of heartworm meds and a sample of flea/tick meds, and a free bag of that Hill's Science Diet puppy food. I had to express my concerns at that, mainly because with that pet food recall, Hill's Science Diet was near the top of that recall list. The vet assistant said they've been giving it out for the last couple of weeks and haven't had any problems yet. I'll hold on to it and feed it if we absolutely have to (like if we run out of Purina Puppy Chow), because I still don't trust it.

This killed me. They had to do a test on a stool sample, and they asked if we wanted to do it today or if he didn't go, I could bring in a sample from home. I swear to God, at that moment, Bo just pooped in the office. It was like he pooped on command and said, "There ya go." It came up negative; no parasites detected.

I took him for a treat at Burger King afterwards. And all the ladies working the drive-thru rushed over to see the cute puppy. *awww*

I'm waiting for my refund check from Ford Credit to show up. They told me on the phone that they'd be sending a refund check in the mail. They didn't mention anything about just refunding it back to my account through the debit card number I have in the system (which I wish they would just do). This is ri-goddamn-diculous. (Which reminds me, I need to go to the Ford Credit website and de-enroll from the eBill plan. I'll just stick with sending them a regular check in the mail to avoid this problem in the future. This stresses me out on so many levels, it's not even funny.)

However, at the bank, they suggested that I sign up for a Chase credit card so if I ever get overdrawn again, I have overdraft protection and won't be subject to such a large overdraft fee. So yeah. I applied for a credit card. Screw what Mom says. I'm through with listening to her advice about "You don't need a credit card" or whatever. If I get approved...good for me. I finally have a real credit card.

Bo is getting so big so quick. Now he's an eleven-week-old puppy who's just full of piss and vinegar. I've gotta give him a bath later. He got into a container of yogurt, and he wouldn't let me clean up his face earlier. Pretty soon, he won't be a puppy anymore.

So I watched Dreamgirls last night. Good movie. I think Eddie Murphy got robbed at the Oscars, though. (Considering how overrated I thought Little Miss Sunshine was...) Now I'm a little more motivated to keep working my my script treatment.