Rocky Loves You!
This morning on my way to the would-have-been last jam session, my iPod was snatched from my back pocket.
Too bad for the snatcher-dude, I was listening to some awesomely boppy Bone-Thugs that very moment and knew immediately (since the music died tch.)
Spun around and grabbed the first suspicious looking dude I saw, who kept saying that it was a bald man who took it. Saw said suspicious person put something in his pocket before I grabbed him. Played it cool and demanded he show me the contents of his bag, which he was most willing to show me. It had almost nothing in it. That fact alone pegged him as a snatcher. Why would you walk around with an empty bag tch.
So next I told him to empty his pockets. He didn't want to, said I was making a scene and embarrassing him in front of random passerby. I told him to empty his pockets one more time, very quietly. He looked at me, backed away 'til he reached a wall, looked both ways, and gave me my iPod.
I took it from him, along with some of his fingers which I hope I didn't squeeze too hard, and said [trans]"God bless you sir. Don't you ever do this again."
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In other news, our dad bought us a puppy!
Earlier, during rehearsal at Kyle's house (wherein Toby once again blew off my eardrums with his over-enthusiastic drumming), the Decorative Dogs and Roxy were prancing around in the yard, and I looked at them ever-so-wistfully. On the way to a mall where I was supposed to meet my parents, Kyle pointed out that Tiendesitas right over there had a whole street full of doggies which I could haggle for. After lunch in the mall, I suggested a walk down Pet Street with my parents and sister and grandmother.
Where we saw little baby boy Beagle-with-a-lot-of-potential-names. And pretty socked feet. And not barking along with the other chihuahuas and poodles and furry decorative dogs but was instead rolling around in his cage.
My dad was able to bring the price down from 11k to 9.5. We have to be responsible pet owners, because I'm pretty sure my enrollment money just went into buying Rocky.
Yes, Rocky. Because this will be a manly dog who will father many children. (Also I wanted to name him Merlin originally, but Mom has this thing against sorcery, even if it;s just fictional sorcery=|)
And guess what? His birthdate was on Sept. 1, 2010.
SEPTEMBER ONE.
♥
Too bad for the snatcher-dude, I was listening to some awesomely boppy Bone-Thugs that very moment and knew immediately (since the music died tch.)
Spun around and grabbed the first suspicious looking dude I saw, who kept saying that it was a bald man who took it. Saw said suspicious person put something in his pocket before I grabbed him. Played it cool and demanded he show me the contents of his bag, which he was most willing to show me. It had almost nothing in it. That fact alone pegged him as a snatcher. Why would you walk around with an empty bag tch.
So next I told him to empty his pockets. He didn't want to, said I was making a scene and embarrassing him in front of random passerby. I told him to empty his pockets one more time, very quietly. He looked at me, backed away 'til he reached a wall, looked both ways, and gave me my iPod.
I took it from him, along with some of his fingers which I hope I didn't squeeze too hard, and said [trans]"God bless you sir. Don't you ever do this again."
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In other news, our dad bought us a puppy!
Earlier, during rehearsal at Kyle's house (wherein Toby once again blew off my eardrums with his over-enthusiastic drumming), the Decorative Dogs and Roxy were prancing around in the yard, and I looked at them ever-so-wistfully. On the way to a mall where I was supposed to meet my parents, Kyle pointed out that Tiendesitas right over there had a whole street full of doggies which I could haggle for. After lunch in the mall, I suggested a walk down Pet Street with my parents and sister and grandmother.
Where we saw little baby boy Beagle-with-a-lot-of-potential-names. And pretty socked feet. And not barking along with the other chihuahuas and poodles and furry decorative dogs but was instead rolling around in his cage.
My dad was able to bring the price down from 11k to 9.5. We have to be responsible pet owners, because I'm pretty sure my enrollment money just went into buying Rocky.
Yes, Rocky. Because this will be a manly dog who will father many children. (Also I wanted to name him Merlin originally, but Mom has this thing against sorcery, even if it;s just fictional sorcery=|)
And guess what? His birthdate was on Sept. 1, 2010.
SEPTEMBER ONE.
♥