And Then There Were Two…

This past weekend has been pure hell.  My dog Terri has gone completely insane.  I don’t know what her problem is!  For the past few weeks she has been pissing and shitting in the apartment.  She refuses to go on a leash, but with a major street right here next to the complex, I can’t let her run free, so she holds it until everything literally explodes from her ass…usually all over my carpet. 

For a while, though, she had been getting better.  I made sure to walk them at the same time every day.  They get fed a bit less than they are used to but that’s because they are both getting a bit chunky.  I try to keep everything consistant and she seemed to be taking it rather well.

Sunday night, I went to my friend Shelby’s house to help her do some shopping and to use her washer (I still don’t have one…).  When I got home, Terri has pissed AND shit right in the middle of my bed.  I opened her crate and told her to get in it, but she wouldn’t.  She ran from room to room shitting the whole way.  When ever she’d stop, she’d leave a little puddle.  I grabbed the leash so I could lead her into the kennel, and when I got close to her, she bit me.  HARD!  I was bleeding pretty good.

I never wanted to hurt an animal so badly in all my life.  I was so furious.  I immediately called Joe and had him drive the 3 hours to get here and pick her up.  I wanted nothing to do with her any more.  After 30 or so minutes of chasing her, I finally got her into her cage.

My apartment reeks.  My bed is ruined.  I’ve been sleeping on the floor in the living room until I can decide what I’m going to do.  I can’t afford a new mattress so I may just have to clean this one the best I can and then flip it.  I’ve got stains all over the floor.  I sprayed Febreze all over the place, but I can still smell it.

As far as I’m concerned, Terri is dead.  I don’t ever want her in my apartment again.  I don’t ever want to see her again.  If I go see him, he’ll have to keep her in her kennel while I’m there.  If Joe comes to visit me, he’ll have to find someone to watch Terri, because that bitch ain’t stepping foot into my home ever again.  I REFUSE to have a dog in my house that bites its owner.  Wicket and I will be fine on our own from now on.  Hell, I may even decide to go get him a new playmate.  One that ain’t fucking crazy…

And speaking of crazy bitches, there is this one chick at work who is just nuts!  Here’s a bit of a back story…

Every day, I go have lunch with my friend Shelby.  She works for the same agency as I do, just a few buildings down from where I am.  Well, last Friday, her son was home sick so she didn’t come in.  I was telling some ladies I work with that I would be dining with the masses that day because my lunch plans fell through.  "D" pipes up from across the office, "What do you mean ‘the masses’?"  Jokingly, I said, "You know, the common folk.  It helps keep me humble to mingle with them from time to time."  Every, include "D", had a chuckle and life went on.  Later that day, I was telling "D" about something that was going on (I don’t remember exactly what) and she stops me mid-sentence and says, "What makes you think I want to hear this?  I’m just a commoner, remember?"  So I reply, "Oh, I’m sorry.  I mistook you for my friend.  You know, like an equal.  Don’t worry, won’t happen again."  She stormed off and didn’t speak the rest of the afternoon.  I gotta tell ya, that was a blissful couple of hours not to have to hear her yapping in the background.

So today, I bring in some candy for Halloween.  I start sharing with everyone and her fat ass runs up to me and holds out her hand.  I just look at her and tell her that the candy ain’t for the lowly folks.  She walks off in a huff muttering something under her breath so no one can hear.   Everyone got some except her.  All day, she would complain to anyone who would listen about how people don’t know her and how people shouldn’t think they are better than others and blah blah blah.

Bitch don’t know who she’s fuckin’ with…