These are the good times...

Listening to Decline and Fall of Western Civilization.

I remember when I was younger and I didn't have responsibilities. Yes I had a job but If I wanted to call in sick--I could. I didn't own a house. I didn't have a girlfriend. I only had one dog. My life was simple. All my furniture matched. I remember thinking.."One day I'll have a real life with responsibilities. These are the good times". Thank god those days are over.

Big Mean Dogs=Bad Owners

listening to Sleater-Kinney " I want to be your Joey Ramone"
Our nice neighbors little dog got into our mean neighbors yard with their two big mean dogs. Those two big mean dogs were trying their hardest to kill that sweet, small and nearly blind dog. I heard it and climbed a ladder to see over the fence to find out what was going on. After I saw what was happening I screamed for Kimm to come and help. She kept the dogs at bay with our hose and I ran around the corner to the mean neighbors house to get them to call off their dogs. Both of their cars were there but no answer at the door. Kimm finally jumped the fence with a blanket and wrapped up the little hurt dog and handed it over the fence to me. Poor little thing. If I hadn't heard them that dog would be dead. It didn't seem to be bleeding. Maybe just really brused and possibly broken or cracked. I hope not. We got him back to our nice neighbors. Still can't figure out why if our mean neighbors were home how they could let that commotion happen without doing something about it? And how did that little dog get into their yard? Kinda scary because we have 4 little dogs. Knowing their dogs are capable of that is frightning. I'm making sure our fence is dog proof so that never happens.