my shitty day,
(warning, morbid)
reposted from blog on myspace
So for those of you who I haven't whined to, Nacho our sweet little chihuahua disappeared monday night. Well we found him. Or, his ass. I went to pick up jeremy from work and as I went outside I saw our neighbors dog Buster, in our front yard with something dingy white. I knew what it was.. but I had to go look. It was nacho from the hindlegs back missing his tail. So I cry, go get Jeremy from work and when we get home, I was surprised that Buster hadn't eaten it. I knew he had found it, because I had walked our front yard when Nacho first ran off. zso we borrow a shovel and walk our asses, an Nacho's (now boxed) to the woods behind our house and jeremy starts to dig but about two scoops down I felt compelled to take over and finish it.. We burried his ass. His BUTT. So anyways we get back to the house, drained and sad. Jeremy looks out the door window and walks outside. I raised the blinds to watch. Buster is in our yard again. Great, he dragged up the rest. Nacho's ribcage, spine and half his skull all still together, but only blood and bones. It was obviously the work of a coyote. And after all the dogs I scraped off the road when I was growing up, all the desensitization of squished dog meat could not prepare me for a brutally murdered little helpless puppy. I couldn't believe I just buried Nacho's ass. and here was the rest of him. I couldn't handle the anymore of it. I made Jeremy get rid of the rest.
So we get inside, and jeremy finds a fucking wood tick on his gut. Great. No worry of Lymes Disease but now we have to watch for Rocky Mountain spotted fever which is fatal if not treated, but whatever. One fucking minute at a time.
reposted from blog on myspace
So for those of you who I haven't whined to, Nacho our sweet little chihuahua disappeared monday night. Well we found him. Or, his ass. I went to pick up jeremy from work and as I went outside I saw our neighbors dog Buster, in our front yard with something dingy white. I knew what it was.. but I had to go look. It was nacho from the hindlegs back missing his tail. So I cry, go get Jeremy from work and when we get home, I was surprised that Buster hadn't eaten it. I knew he had found it, because I had walked our front yard when Nacho first ran off. zso we borrow a shovel and walk our asses, an Nacho's (now boxed) to the woods behind our house and jeremy starts to dig but about two scoops down I felt compelled to take over and finish it.. We burried his ass. His BUTT. So anyways we get back to the house, drained and sad. Jeremy looks out the door window and walks outside. I raised the blinds to watch. Buster is in our yard again. Great, he dragged up the rest. Nacho's ribcage, spine and half his skull all still together, but only blood and bones. It was obviously the work of a coyote. And after all the dogs I scraped off the road when I was growing up, all the desensitization of squished dog meat could not prepare me for a brutally murdered little helpless puppy. I couldn't believe I just buried Nacho's ass. and here was the rest of him. I couldn't handle the anymore of it. I made Jeremy get rid of the rest.
So we get inside, and jeremy finds a fucking wood tick on his gut. Great. No worry of Lymes Disease but now we have to watch for Rocky Mountain spotted fever which is fatal if not treated, but whatever. One fucking minute at a time.