STUFF

I have so much to do, you guys. The laundry is pretty much caught up, but we still have to pack. A lot. And I have to get the oil changed, clean up the house, remember to shut off the a/c, stop the paper, and about a kajillion other things, all while working every day.

Oh man, I need a wife.

Yesterday we took the DumbShit Dog to my dad's so that she (DSD) could get used to the place a little bit before we leave her there for a week. Dad has graciously offered to keep her for us while we're away so that we can save a kennel fee. Of course, as soon as we get there DSD breaks out of her leash and takes off across a major street. K gave chase, and fortunately (?) he was able to catch her. I am still pissed off that she not only almost killed herself, but she put my kid in danger, too. It was all I could do not to beat the crap out of her.

Okay, I never would really do that. But I'll admit that I was angry enough... And today, every time I look at her, all I see is red. I don't want to hear about it being "in her nature" or some other BS. She is not stupid. She knew exactly what she was doing - that she was ignoring us calling her. Inside the house, if I say "want a treat?" she runs immediately to my side. Outdoors in the backyard, she does the same thing. But when she's in the front yard, all bets are off. The little bitch runs faster the more you call her.

Okay, I'd better stop now before I say something else I'll regret. If anyone wants to preach animal cruelty at me, please save it. This is my blog and I just needed to vent. Thanks.