He was in Nebraska. Now he’s flying back to Texas. Only 2 hours there, right now. I really wish you folks would stop with the DSL. One of the reasons I love living in the “we don’t need more fucking sun” state is that we never change our clocks. I’m going to be moving 4 cats who have never had their schedules upset in such a shameful manner in the past. I’m probably going to die in my sleep.
Piggy McJerkface…snerts…snerts again, then laughs out loud irl.
And, no, in my opinion, you are not a jerk because you don’t get along with one foster dog. In my opinion, you are a wonderful person because you foster. The poor Terrible Dog probably had a horrible life before he managed to get into rescue. There is nothing wrong with trading TD out for one you are more comfortable with. It happens all the time in my area. Not only do we trade critters within our group, we trade critters to other groups.
Thinks you should have posted that with lots of :(:(:(
No, not at all - I had dogs in that I was being paid to train that I didn’t like, and it’s a real struggle to stay all positive and helpful in training when you just don’t like the pupil in question. Did I miss a post about this? Do you have a support system at all?
Sometimes I wonder. There are so many decent dogs out there that just need a little bit of training and attention to make great pets, that I begin to feel that spending resources on nine!!! year old dogs with such horrible manners is getting to the criminally wasteful state. OTOH, it’s not his fault he’s such an asshole.
I would just like to say FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuckity fuck. You’d think I’d have fucking learned by fucking now, wouldn’t you? Apparently fucking not.
(Apologies for crypticness, and any lack of line breaks, posting from the worlds most retarded smartphone, because I really had to get that off my chest. Fuck.)
Seriously, bitch? You have nothing better to do than watch the restaurant next door to your house and call the city bylaw department when somebody parks out front on the Unistone, where people have been parking for 20+ years, which does not in any way impact the sidewalk, you, or your property?
Seriously, people sitting outside who watched my husband and I pull up in my Jeep and go into the diner, when the bylaw officer asked if it was your vehicle, you couldn’t say that the people were just inside, you just said “no” then watched me get a ticket? Nobody could be arsed to get up, open the door and say that the Jeep was being ticketed? Assholes.
Seriously, bylaw officer? It was blatantly obvious that the owner of the vehicle, which was parked where people have been parking for 20+ years, was inside the small, family-run diner and all you had to do was poke your head in the door and tell the owner of the Jeep to move it. But no, you slapped a $20 ticket on my windshield. I guess being human doesn’t fill ticket quotas.
It’s sad when this formerly small town where everybody used to watch out for each other has gone straight down the shitter.
Thank you, sincerely. I was worried, too - our last Maine Coon male died of megacolon** so I’m extra-nervous whenever this one gets even the slightest hint of plumbing problems. However, he (and the house!) are all cleaned up and he’s back to his usual purring, meal-demanding self, so I guess it was a one-time thing.
Sure would like to know what caused it, though - he didn’t get any treats or table scraps and he’s not much of a bug-eater. Actually, he won’t eat anything that isn’t presented to him by a human slave. We can safely leave leftover chicken or other meat on the coffee table overnight and he won’t touch it. Gawd, we’re spoiled - gonna have to break that habit before we get a dog.
** I miss ol’ Clint so much. He touched my heart in a way no other pet has before, not even my beloved childhood doggy Tina. I do not, however, miss the 3x daily pilling and 2x daily squirting-into-mouth of all the laxatives he was on. What a patient kitteh - he knew exactly why I was walking up to him each time, and he took his meds like a Good Boy.
I do not believe in God or Satan. If I believed in Satan, though, I would believe that wasps are his minions. Wasps (and chiggers) are evidence that there is no kind and loving God who watches over his children.
The tooth started acting up on Tuesday evening. The dentist looked at the X ray, told me that while he COULD try to save it, he wouldn’t advise it, and sent me to an oral surgeon. The oral surgeon looked at the X ray and said that I’d be much, much happier with it out. So I had it pulled on Friday. I must say, the oral surgeon was very good. After he was sure that I was numbed, he was able to pull it out in one good yank, despite the fact that the roots were diagonal. I felt a little pain, but not very much. I’ve been taking hydrocodone from Tuesday evening until this morning. And I look like I’ve been punched in the jaw, I have some pretty bad swelling and bruising, but I feel a lot better today. I think that the infection has subsided.
Yes, yes they are. Stupidity should hurt.
I’ve found that it’s sometimes helpful to open a notepad field, type in the frigging password, and check it to make sure that the stupid caps lock isn’t on or something. Copy and paste if you must. I’m also tired of having to think up a new password that is sufficiently strong for a given site.
Goddammit, Marshalls! WHY do all baby clothes have to come with approximately 6.02 * 10[sup]23[/sup] tags on them? And be connected to the hangers in about twenty different ways with those fucking plastic ties?
A support system as in for the dog? Yes, I’m with a rescue. It’s the reason I don’t usually mention the names of the dogs or share a ton of pictures- they’re listed on Petfinder and it would be trivially easy to physically find me by looking up the names of certain dogs (not like Luna or Annie, but some have more unusual names). So I could, if I had to, switch him with someone else and take a different dog instead.
And he hasn’t had a great life. It really isn’t his fault. He was a stray from animal control, so all we know is what we can tell from the dog himself. But his ears are grotesquely gnarled from years of scratching at untreated infection (the infection is better now). He’s also a big old lab who is still working on being fully housebroken, which is pretty unusual for a large dog who has lived in a house. He wasn’t fixed and was wormy and had fleas. So at least physically, he didn’t have a whole life of someone who loved him enough to take him to the vet. He may have been a yard dog who just doesn’t know how to behave in a house.
I do agree that it’s a bit of a waste to take in dogs who are so difficult. I have one I’ve had over a year and it was very clear a year ago that she wasn’t going to be adoptable without a lot of work and time. We virtually never put a dog down and they told me when they handed her over that it was her last chance. My sentimental, soft-hearted side was like, “No, I’ll fix her!” … and I did. But it took a year and, given that I’ve had around thirty other dogs in the house since I’ve had her and I keep three at a time, I might have been able to save fifteen others if not for this one taking up a spot. And she’s still not adopted. It would be great if there were enough resources in the world to give every dog the chance they deserve, but there aren’t. And I hate that it has to be a choice and that it’s life-or-death. But it is and, at a certain point, being sentimental is detrimental to the whole cause.
On the other hand, though, this goofball will eventually be someone’s best buddy and, to that person, it won’t have been a waste. And somebody will eventually love my little one the way I do and it will make a difference in their life that she was given the chance to be theirs.
And now that I’ve calmed down a bit… it’s not his fault. I’m the human and should keep my things where he can’t reach them. And I’ll keep working on training him. And he’ll find a home where they have a proper pantry and not just non-latching cupboards and shelves. It’s just SO frustrating when he does something that makes me really angry and he has no idea why, so it does no good to yell at him or punish him.
I guess he’ll have to wait for the next paycheck for new training treats, but when that comes in, we’ll start walking with the gentle leader and he may get the idea. He’s dumb for a lab, but he’s still a lab, so there must be a brain in there somewhere.
For my part, and it really is mini - Fuck you, stupid refrigerator! Fuck you for ceasing to work AFTER I spent hundreds of dollars refilling you following power outages a month ago. Couldn’t call it quits when all I had was some ice trays and some formerly frozen and then refrozen vegetables? Or, couldn’t break down one day before trash day instead of one day after? Great, because the aroma of chicken decaying in the hot hot sun greatly enhances the walk to my car past the trash barrels every morning.
Hey employer could you be any fucking cheaper or greedier? If you’re going to offer me a project at least have the basic fundamental non-assholery to offer me higher wages than you did nine fucking years ago! You fucking assholes. You smug pricks. You selfish, thoughtless, arrogant, cat declawing, Romney voting, Swiss Bank Account Holding, Anti-Vax, Creationist believing, test and tax cheating, cousin marrying, legacy admission, puppy mill supporting, anti-abortionist, Maine Coon cat hating, car alarm using, two feet of snow loving, global warming denialist, homophobic, Domino Pizza loving psychopaths. I swear to god you’re all probably Winklevii. Or related to them somehow.
The qualifications you want fill three paragraphs. Pay people for them, assholes! It’s sick that you can’t give out even the smallest raise while CEO SwineFucker has seen his salary soar past a million a year. You’re pigs. Yeah I know the economy sucks. But you suck even more for taking advantage of that fact.
LavenderBlue, that was an absolutely lovely rant. I am in awe, and my own poor efforts will seem so pitiful…
I do not like being afraid in my own home. I do not like sitting in my office with a loaded shotgun at hand
I do not like being afraid to go take a bath.
You squirrel-fucking possum sucking son of a fatherless housefly, if you come in my house I will shoot you. If shooting you with a shotgun load of birdshot messes up my hockey wall, I will shoot you again. Then I will stomp on you while I call 911.
Fucking fridge! You are less than a year old. Why will you not cool to a temperature less than 40 degrees? We had a tech come out yesterday to replace a sensor, and now the problem is WORSE, not better!
Is July Appliance Fail month this year? I’ll be off to the Habitat For Humanity store this afternoon to see about getting a dishwasher there to replace ours that just stopped working.
I’ve got a Good Kitty/Bad Kitty story - good kitty for catching the mouse last night and trotting with it right back out the door. Bad kitty for waking up this morning to find that someone had peed on the kitchen floor, and it probably wasn’t me, my husband, or the other cat that doesn’t have a history of peeing inappropriately. We had to forcibly remove her from her mouse last night to bring her inside - she wasn’t thrilled, and she may have demonstrated her ire in the usual cat fashion.
(There’s probably another Bad Kitty in there, because she probably brought the mouse in herself in the first place.)
