Happy Sunday!
Was a drizzly morning at the park. Somewhat disappointing as well.
Yesterday was a horrid day at the park. It started out well but then there was a big dog fight, as in the bigger of the big dogs got into it.
It should have been okay, pull the dogs apart, check for blood (human and dog), give them a time out, apologize for your dog’s behavior, and move on from it.
The two dogs, belonging to S and J, that got into it are not known for bad behavior and it is kind of surprising that it happened.
The problem is, I will call him big mouth man, started yelling at one of the owners S, telling him his dog is vicious and shouldn’t be in the park. S and J are part of our group, but they had not met yet as S only comes on the weekends, and J usually doesn’t come on the weekends. We all like S and J, and their dogs. S’s dog is very much loved by us and we always look forward to seeing him on the weekends. J is a newbie to the group, but we all really like him and his dog.
S got pissed off and left, but not before seeing big mouth man’s dog run into the park and attack J’s dog. So, he yelled at big mouth man, yeah, I can see that my dog is the problem.
At that point J left too.
Big mouth man got his dog and took him onto the small side.
Big mouth has only come one other morning, he seems nice enough, but he really needed to mind his own business.
S is so pissed he didn’t come this morning, even though I thought I had calmed him down and convinced to come back today. J didn’t show up either, and I don’t know if it was because of the rain or because of what happened.
I am not happy. Nobody is.
Then my son upset me by saying he thought the kitten that went under the shed must have died under there because of the smell. I had walked past the shed several times and didn’t smell anything, and I was pretty sure the kitten wasn’t under there because the dogs weren’t acting crazy. Finally figured it out, it’s the chickens three doors down. You can’t smell it all the time, but I guess when the breeze is just right, it’s enough to make you gag.
On a lighter note, there is this couple who pull up, usually next to me, in the parking lot when I am waiting for my son to get off irk. She is dropping him off. I call them the Fighting Couple because every time I see them, they are really going at it. Her mostly, with screaming and cursing and calling him names. Usually, she pulls in on my passenger side, so I can see her but not him. She looks like she just stepped out of a People of Walmart video. Big surprise there. One day she pulled in on the other side of me. They were going at it as usual, but I couldn’t see him because the passenger side window is a plastic bag. I could hear his side of the argument and I give him credit; she is screeching at him and he was very calm in his responses.
Then he steps out … and DAMN!
He could be a male model.
I think he likes living dangerously though.
She was very, very, very angry at him, hurling insults and calling him names. He leans back in and says But I love you baby.
Didn’t calm her down any, just pissed her off even more.
Closing is tomorrow.
I think muggy is more, like when the sun isn’t shining, so it feels even wetter. Your clothes feel damp even though you aren’t sweating, because the sun isn’t drying them out.
No peanuts or peanut butter for me. No more reese’s, no more snickers.
Anaphylaxis is no fun.
Quoting works on the iPad, but the screen can get…weird. It’s easy to lose my place, or get frustrated and discard my draft. Or miss things I meant to reply to, like:
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And yep, I understand where the oil in natural peanut butter comes from.