Have you ever been glad you didn't own a gun?
This may seem like a crazy question. It's going to be even worse after I explain why I'm personally glad. *nods*
Okay. So my dog is an asshole. Some of you probably know this. He's an escape artist! He can seriously get out of anything. I've had him on a chain... with a harness... inside of a chain link fence with rocks bordering the bottom of it. HE STILL ESCAPED! But that's not even the worst part of it. the Husky in him makes him like a convict once he's running. He doesn't even look back. So every time he manages to get out, I have to literally chase him down and catch him.
This time I got lucky, because the retard ran back through the yard with another dog, and I just happened to look out the window and see them. So on with the shoes and I was out the door... chasing the dick-head through the woods trying to bring him home. ((Side note: it's midnight and pitch black out)) so I got cut up and scratched up until finally catching him when he ran out on to a gravel road. I had to TACKLE him to get ahold of 'im.
So there I am, with dirt and gravel dug into my knuckles, elbow, and knees. trying to gasp for breath and hold down a squirmy fucking dog.... and at that moment I was glad I didn't have a gun... or even a knife. because I wanted to kill him. Yiss. Not to mention, I had to pick him up and carry him about a half a mile back to the house. it was bullshit. Now I sit here needing a shower, but taking time to tell you'z all about this....... because I didn't have anything else to update my journal about.
bye
Okay. So my dog is an asshole. Some of you probably know this. He's an escape artist! He can seriously get out of anything. I've had him on a chain... with a harness... inside of a chain link fence with rocks bordering the bottom of it. HE STILL ESCAPED! But that's not even the worst part of it. the Husky in him makes him like a convict once he's running. He doesn't even look back. So every time he manages to get out, I have to literally chase him down and catch him.
This time I got lucky, because the retard ran back through the yard with another dog, and I just happened to look out the window and see them. So on with the shoes and I was out the door... chasing the dick-head through the woods trying to bring him home. ((Side note: it's midnight and pitch black out)) so I got cut up and scratched up until finally catching him when he ran out on to a gravel road. I had to TACKLE him to get ahold of 'im.
So there I am, with dirt and gravel dug into my knuckles, elbow, and knees. trying to gasp for breath and hold down a squirmy fucking dog.... and at that moment I was glad I didn't have a gun... or even a knife. because I wanted to kill him. Yiss. Not to mention, I had to pick him up and carry him about a half a mile back to the house. it was bullshit. Now I sit here needing a shower, but taking time to tell you'z all about this....... because I didn't have anything else to update my journal about.
bye