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I hate to start the New Year like this...and it really wasn't initially this way...the moment 2006 hit I was happily seated on the wooden floor of the Fisher's, legs straight out in front of me, and a teeny schnauzer pup curled up in my lap. Bailey (the pup)) had been snoozing in my lap for quite a bit of the evening and when I finally got up to move into the kitchen/living room area where everyone else was, everyone else began to play with her. But as it came closer to the new year, she decided that she wanted back in my lap and started bouncing around my legs and trying to climb them back into my arms^_^;; I felt special. So there I was, feeling warm and fuzzy with the teeny puppy snoozing.
Then it got a little uncomfortable as some of the adults were on the tipsy side and a little touchy-feely which I always find strange...it's ironic because I love hugs and everything...but mostly only if I initiate them. When others try to hug me, I don't feel right...Is that strange? I think it's just mostly when I don't expect it or see it coming and suddenly someone is in my personal space...I have to prepare to bring down some sort of a barrier before I can easily allow someone in.
Then I was somewhat bored...the adults watching television, the kids upstairs, the pup asleep in her bed, and me just kind of staring at the wall...But even that wasn't so bad.
What really pissed me off was that on our way there there was a dog loose from the shelter, running across the street, and obviously afraid and trying to get back into the shelter. I'm assuming that it was a mother, being that her underbelly was full and she was barking at some other dog at the place...So we called the number that had been posted on the door and they said that they would send someone out to catch her. Screw that she's a danger for other people and could cause an accident...but what if she hurt herself? Or died and the pups didn't have a mom...I mean I guess that sounds so ridiculous for me to get worked up about this...but...::sighs::...anyways...we almost drove right past, but I suggested we turn around and try to see if anyone was there, but no one does, and so we dialed the number etc.etc. So we had been going to wait to see if anyone came, but Dad insisted that someone would and it could take awhile...
Five and a half hours later we were driving back home and drove past the shelter. So, hoping to not see the dog out still, I watched the area closely...and what do you know, the dog was still outside of the area and trying to get back in. How goddamn INFURIATING. This is not okay. I don't care what the hell kind of holiday this is, something has to be done about this. It's not okay. Fine, you don't care about the dog...what about the kinds of accidents that could be caused? Not to mention that one was nearly caused...if my Dad hadn't slowed down so much and honked, the other cars wouldn't have noticed the poor dog running in the streets the first time. So we called the number again and some guy named George picked up and was incredibly unhelpful...it sounded like he was saying that my Dad was calling the wrong number and that nothing could be done...What kind of a douchebag works at a place like that if he is not willing to be of any sort of assistance? I mean it was some sort of a hotline-ish number, so you would assume that he would be capable of finding a number or someone to call who could do something about the situation. If you work at a place that is supposed to deal with situations such as this one, you should at least have a heart and be capable. The fucking prick.
I wanted to call him back...but what good would that do? I'd just snap on him and nothing would happen. He'd have a good laugh at someone who cares too much.
We tried to call the other number, but there was no answer...I'm going to try again in a moment...I'm worried...My Dad said that chances are no one would be driving around now and someone would probably catch the dog before it could be in any danger again...but people are going to be out driving home or wherever smashed drunk...I really want to go back and bring her home and then drop her back off again tomorrow morning but I have no idea how I would go about catching her and it would require my sneaking out of the house...
I can't guarantee that she'd trust me and what if I end up hurting the both of us...You see, this is why people who hold certain jobs should be competent.
Then it got a little uncomfortable as some of the adults were on the tipsy side and a little touchy-feely which I always find strange...it's ironic because I love hugs and everything...but mostly only if I initiate them. When others try to hug me, I don't feel right...Is that strange? I think it's just mostly when I don't expect it or see it coming and suddenly someone is in my personal space...I have to prepare to bring down some sort of a barrier before I can easily allow someone in.
Then I was somewhat bored...the adults watching television, the kids upstairs, the pup asleep in her bed, and me just kind of staring at the wall...But even that wasn't so bad.
What really pissed me off was that on our way there there was a dog loose from the shelter, running across the street, and obviously afraid and trying to get back into the shelter. I'm assuming that it was a mother, being that her underbelly was full and she was barking at some other dog at the place...So we called the number that had been posted on the door and they said that they would send someone out to catch her. Screw that she's a danger for other people and could cause an accident...but what if she hurt herself? Or died and the pups didn't have a mom...I mean I guess that sounds so ridiculous for me to get worked up about this...but...::sighs::...anyways...we almost drove right past, but I suggested we turn around and try to see if anyone was there, but no one does, and so we dialed the number etc.etc. So we had been going to wait to see if anyone came, but Dad insisted that someone would and it could take awhile...
Five and a half hours later we were driving back home and drove past the shelter. So, hoping to not see the dog out still, I watched the area closely...and what do you know, the dog was still outside of the area and trying to get back in. How goddamn INFURIATING. This is not okay. I don't care what the hell kind of holiday this is, something has to be done about this. It's not okay. Fine, you don't care about the dog...what about the kinds of accidents that could be caused? Not to mention that one was nearly caused...if my Dad hadn't slowed down so much and honked, the other cars wouldn't have noticed the poor dog running in the streets the first time. So we called the number again and some guy named George picked up and was incredibly unhelpful...it sounded like he was saying that my Dad was calling the wrong number and that nothing could be done...What kind of a douchebag works at a place like that if he is not willing to be of any sort of assistance? I mean it was some sort of a hotline-ish number, so you would assume that he would be capable of finding a number or someone to call who could do something about the situation. If you work at a place that is supposed to deal with situations such as this one, you should at least have a heart and be capable. The fucking prick.
I wanted to call him back...but what good would that do? I'd just snap on him and nothing would happen. He'd have a good laugh at someone who cares too much.
We tried to call the other number, but there was no answer...I'm going to try again in a moment...I'm worried...My Dad said that chances are no one would be driving around now and someone would probably catch the dog before it could be in any danger again...but people are going to be out driving home or wherever smashed drunk...I really want to go back and bring her home and then drop her back off again tomorrow morning but I have no idea how I would go about catching her and it would require my sneaking out of the house...
I can't guarantee that she'd trust me and what if I end up hurting the both of us...You see, this is why people who hold certain jobs should be competent.