shitting rainbows and sunbeams
last week was Maiden, live Pr0n female wrestling, puppy rescue, and REM. quite exciting and fantastic. lots of smiling, you know the deal. happy happy.
and then there is the piano.
always a piano.
the police car parked outside our house was odd, stranger still was that he was waiting for us. it was the dog, our Niko, barking and barking - the neighbors had complained.
sorry sir, won't happen again sir, yadda yadda, and it was inside for a little talk. after months of frustration with the dog/cat situation, and various other conflicts/feelings cried out at length, we finally gave up the ghost. Niko just is not working out and our cats are miserable and have been since his arrival. we have decided to adopt him out to another home.
as i volunteer at a rescue organization (where he came from) i will be able to hand-pick his new family. we will foster him until that happens. now that he is trained and pretty-much well behaved, he'll have a great home in no time.
but it hurts like fuck.
and i hate it.
we made a mistake and our cats have been through hell. it sucks.
at least the other pup, the one with the skin condition, is looking a little better. we'll have her for a while yet, as she has not yet feasted on enough souls to realize her true daemon form. we'll have our zoo a bit longer.
we may be down to just the three cats before we have to move.
ugh.
and then there is the piano.
always a piano.
the police car parked outside our house was odd, stranger still was that he was waiting for us. it was the dog, our Niko, barking and barking - the neighbors had complained.
sorry sir, won't happen again sir, yadda yadda, and it was inside for a little talk. after months of frustration with the dog/cat situation, and various other conflicts/feelings cried out at length, we finally gave up the ghost. Niko just is not working out and our cats are miserable and have been since his arrival. we have decided to adopt him out to another home.
as i volunteer at a rescue organization (where he came from) i will be able to hand-pick his new family. we will foster him until that happens. now that he is trained and pretty-much well behaved, he'll have a great home in no time.
but it hurts like fuck.
and i hate it.
we made a mistake and our cats have been through hell. it sucks.
at least the other pup, the one with the skin condition, is looking a little better. we'll have her for a while yet, as she has not yet feasted on enough souls to realize her true daemon form. we'll have our zoo a bit longer.
we may be down to just the three cats before we have to move.
ugh.