I almost had an incident, this morning.
I let the dogs out, as usual, to do their morning pottying routine. It was dark, and around 4:30am. I keep weird hours.
So, I hadn’t heard anything out of them for quite awhile, and I went to check on them/let them back inside. I opened the door, and there they were, sitting on the steps. There was Shayna, Poe, and Beanz. There was also another face. It was BigAss Raccoon. They were all just sitting on the steps, looking up at me.
I have no idea when the dogs decided that they liked BA Raccoon. I had no idea BA Raccoon liked the dogs! BA Raccoon always came up to us, and took cookies/snacks that we offered it. That was two years ago, though. Jeez.
Anyway, I slammed the door shut, leaving everyone out on the steps. If BA Raccoon would have gotten inside, there would have been a bloodbath, because I’ve got several cats that live inside, and I’m almost sure that one of them, if not more, would have tried to start some shit with BA Raccoon. Then, the bloodbath would have ensued.
When I opened the door, again, BA Raccoon was gone, the dogs came back inside, and all is well.
Ok. No. All is NOT well. Our refrigerator decided to go tits up yesterday. Of course, this happens when we have absolutely NO money to work with (This is because my husband, an OTR truck driver, hasn’t been getting many miles. What pay he has been getting, has gone for bills, my insulin, some food, and stuff like that, that can’t be let go). So, I took what money I could gather up, and bought a stupid mini-fridge. Dear Og, it’s tiny, and I’m going to lose a LOT of damned produce, and a little meat. Ugh. Always something. That’s ok, though. That’s just how life goes, sometimes. I figure that we’ll be able to get a new fridge in a month, or so. For now, we’ll survive, no matter how much it sucks.