Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Where The Yellow Fern Grows...

I made friends with a dog that I thought was homeless tonight. I took care of her for a bit and was concerned/freaked out, thinking that I now had to do some investigative work or take in a dog that my landlord would never let me have. Ends up that that her owner doesn't keep an eye on her too well AND it ends up that you should never give a dog chicken when you have no dog food around.

Because now she won't leave. She's been outside my kitchen door, bedroom door, back gate and front door. I've been in this type of situation before but usually it's not a dog but a person that smells of cheap perfume or a friend that needs a place to stay for a month but ends up eating all of your food for the following six months. I'm doomed to these type of situations eternally.

In my past life I must have been Mother Teresa or....ummm...Doctor Doom.

1 comment:

Eugene said...

I love that link of Hachiko... it's great to see Eastern culture in well embedded into our society. I'm embarrassed about my imperfect mate post. After watching Juno, I feel so shallow and immature about that post. It's so funny how a movie can change the way you see things in life. I really really really really loved that movie. Hope it hold its ground for years to come.

I'm so with you on the Dr. Doom analogy. You must read my Magneto analogy and tell me what you think!

Also, I can't sleep. I don't know... I think it's because I can't do the things I want to do. If it was up to me, I would spend the afternoon drawing cherry blossoms with an imperfect mate... DAMN! There I go again. I'm just hopeless. Right now, I feel like that dog on your porch...