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I STILL GOT THE POWAAAAAAAAAAA
also, our house has turned into poodle rescue
it's a long story but me, in all my animal loving compassion, picked up a dog from the streets. It has a collar, it's a pretty old female poodle-mix, white, etc. etc. I saw it after I dropped Ryan off so I got out to check the collar and see if there was a number so I could call and be like "Hey your dog is on Moreno." It didn't have a number so, naturally, I put it in my car and drove it farther away from the main road (A street). It started whining and I thought it might know that it was close to home so I let it out and it walked along, so I figured it had found home. But then it started circling my car so I called my mom and lied and said this dog was following me for no apparent reason. She told me to speed away, so I did.
But I felt AWFUL. I thought I confused it, or maybe took it farther from its home. Or maybe it chased me onto A street and now it was dead and it's all my fault. So I come home crying because I'm racked with guilt because of this little dog.
My mom insists we go back and look for it because I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life if I don't. I say okay, we drive around this neighborhood looking for the dog. Finally we find it, sitting on someone's front porch. But THEN it starts following us again, all the way onto A street. So we put it in the car and take it back to the house, but when I go to knock on the door, the door is already open a little bit. Immediately I'm thinking "crack addict!" Also, it was 9:30 at night.
So we take it home and I had to give it a bath and it was disgusting. Covered in dirt and dead fleas, live ones too. Yuck. When I first poured a little water on her back, the water dripping down was literally brown... a deep, dark brown dirty color uhhhh gross.
So, there's a poodle in our house. The end
also, our house has turned into poodle rescue
it's a long story but me, in all my animal loving compassion, picked up a dog from the streets. It has a collar, it's a pretty old female poodle-mix, white, etc. etc. I saw it after I dropped Ryan off so I got out to check the collar and see if there was a number so I could call and be like "Hey your dog is on Moreno." It didn't have a number so, naturally, I put it in my car and drove it farther away from the main road (A street). It started whining and I thought it might know that it was close to home so I let it out and it walked along, so I figured it had found home. But then it started circling my car so I called my mom and lied and said this dog was following me for no apparent reason. She told me to speed away, so I did.
But I felt AWFUL. I thought I confused it, or maybe took it farther from its home. Or maybe it chased me onto A street and now it was dead and it's all my fault. So I come home crying because I'm racked with guilt because of this little dog.
My mom insists we go back and look for it because I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life if I don't. I say okay, we drive around this neighborhood looking for the dog. Finally we find it, sitting on someone's front porch. But THEN it starts following us again, all the way onto A street. So we put it in the car and take it back to the house, but when I go to knock on the door, the door is already open a little bit. Immediately I'm thinking "crack addict!" Also, it was 9:30 at night.
So we take it home and I had to give it a bath and it was disgusting. Covered in dirt and dead fleas, live ones too. Yuck. When I first poured a little water on her back, the water dripping down was literally brown... a deep, dark brown dirty color uhhhh gross.
So, there's a poodle in our house. The end