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Thank god for Lillith making me sign into livejournal to read about her babiness, otherwise I'd never even look in here. I've been just awful at journaling anything for... well, pretty much forever. But I've been especially bad lately.
Everyone's alive and well, which you'd know if you are one of the people I actually do talk to through other means - I don't tend to use LJ (or facebook) to actually tell the people I care about about my life. I chat with people online, see them in kol, call my mom on a more-than-daily basis, and Livejournal is mostly just reserved for my random ramblings of stream of conscious thought. Which is not really what this post is about at all. This post is just because I haven't posted in a long damn time and I wanted to change the post that comes up when someone clicks on my journal.
We have a puppy that has sort of adopted us. He lives (lived?) a few houses down from us but I don't think he liked it there. I first met him in November when he was running around saying hi to dogs and Kat came running around from the back yard to the front to say that there was a white doggy chasing her. All Momma Bear, I go out to defend my kid from a dog and find a scrawny half-starved older puppy that had a few spots of mange and more ribs sticking out than any animal ever should. He was very submissive and well behaved so I got him a bowl of cat food and let the kids play with him.
He came back every day for a little while and a few days later he had a collar on. The working assumption is that the neighbors adopted him as a stray and have been working at making him not-starving because every time I saw him he looked a little less skinny. Because he was being fed elsewhere, I stopped feeding him when he was here because I didn't want to confuse the dog, but I was very happy to have a trial-visitation puppy to get the kids and the cat used to having a dog around. Greebit hated the dog the first day and by now has gotten used to curling up with him once he's already fallen asleep. Jay and I had been talking about getting a dog when the puppy started showing up.
Then the day before Thanksgiving he showed up while it was in the 40's and raining heavily and he was cold and wet and dirty. I gave him a bath and another bowl of cat food - this time with some pieces of bread to head off the diarrhea that would have been caused by a dog nomming half a bag of cat food. He stayed with us that whole night and at 3 when I let him out to go potty, he didn't come back. It had stopped raining by then so I wasn't too worried and hoped he'd just gone home to his comfy dog house or whatever. He came back a few more times and then I decided to take him home to wherever he might live one night. I tied a jump rope to his collar and walked him down, found his owner, and gave him over. The guy asked to borrow my jump rope to tie him up and I gave it up willingly enough. The guy still has my daughter's pink jump rope :/ and I think that right now, it's got Arfy's collar attached to it.
Arfy, which is what my daughter named the puppy, was gone for two or three days in a row and Shaun said he saw him tied up by the jump rope at his owner's house. Then Arfy showed up, once more very skinny and this time without a collar and I think he ran away from them. He's been with us for most of a week straight now and we brought him with us to Jay's brother's house for Christmas and he got to play with Kevin's pit Sobe and his deaf puppy Boo. He had a lot of fun with the dogs and was well behaved with the people and it was just an awesome time in general.
I'll have to talk to the people who did own him before I claim the dog as mine, but since he spends more time here than there and I've been feeding him, I don't anticipate a whole lot of problem getting them to let me keep the dog. But since I'll have him fixed and get his shots done when he is mine, I definitely can't do that to "someone else's dog" without checking with them first. I just hope he doesn't fight with me for Arfy (whom he calls Hog White) because at that point I'd have to decide between the general serenity I have with my neighbors and doing something as drastic as calling the police about him not feeding his dog and leaving him out in the cold, tied up.
The dog is the biggest piece of news around here. I've taken a few pictures of him with Shaun's cheap little camera, so here you go. He's a pit bull/dalmation mix of some random percentage.
http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a150/quisalas/PICT0076.jpg
http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a150/quisalas/PICT0073.jpg
Everyone's alive and well, which you'd know if you are one of the people I actually do talk to through other means - I don't tend to use LJ (or facebook) to actually tell the people I care about about my life. I chat with people online, see them in kol, call my mom on a more-than-daily basis, and Livejournal is mostly just reserved for my random ramblings of stream of conscious thought. Which is not really what this post is about at all. This post is just because I haven't posted in a long damn time and I wanted to change the post that comes up when someone clicks on my journal.
We have a puppy that has sort of adopted us. He lives (lived?) a few houses down from us but I don't think he liked it there. I first met him in November when he was running around saying hi to dogs and Kat came running around from the back yard to the front to say that there was a white doggy chasing her. All Momma Bear, I go out to defend my kid from a dog and find a scrawny half-starved older puppy that had a few spots of mange and more ribs sticking out than any animal ever should. He was very submissive and well behaved so I got him a bowl of cat food and let the kids play with him.
He came back every day for a little while and a few days later he had a collar on. The working assumption is that the neighbors adopted him as a stray and have been working at making him not-starving because every time I saw him he looked a little less skinny. Because he was being fed elsewhere, I stopped feeding him when he was here because I didn't want to confuse the dog, but I was very happy to have a trial-visitation puppy to get the kids and the cat used to having a dog around. Greebit hated the dog the first day and by now has gotten used to curling up with him once he's already fallen asleep. Jay and I had been talking about getting a dog when the puppy started showing up.
Then the day before Thanksgiving he showed up while it was in the 40's and raining heavily and he was cold and wet and dirty. I gave him a bath and another bowl of cat food - this time with some pieces of bread to head off the diarrhea that would have been caused by a dog nomming half a bag of cat food. He stayed with us that whole night and at 3 when I let him out to go potty, he didn't come back. It had stopped raining by then so I wasn't too worried and hoped he'd just gone home to his comfy dog house or whatever. He came back a few more times and then I decided to take him home to wherever he might live one night. I tied a jump rope to his collar and walked him down, found his owner, and gave him over. The guy asked to borrow my jump rope to tie him up and I gave it up willingly enough. The guy still has my daughter's pink jump rope :/ and I think that right now, it's got Arfy's collar attached to it.
Arfy, which is what my daughter named the puppy, was gone for two or three days in a row and Shaun said he saw him tied up by the jump rope at his owner's house. Then Arfy showed up, once more very skinny and this time without a collar and I think he ran away from them. He's been with us for most of a week straight now and we brought him with us to Jay's brother's house for Christmas and he got to play with Kevin's pit Sobe and his deaf puppy Boo. He had a lot of fun with the dogs and was well behaved with the people and it was just an awesome time in general.
I'll have to talk to the people who did own him before I claim the dog as mine, but since he spends more time here than there and I've been feeding him, I don't anticipate a whole lot of problem getting them to let me keep the dog. But since I'll have him fixed and get his shots done when he is mine, I definitely can't do that to "someone else's dog" without checking with them first. I just hope he doesn't fight with me for Arfy (whom he calls Hog White) because at that point I'd have to decide between the general serenity I have with my neighbors and doing something as drastic as calling the police about him not feeding his dog and leaving him out in the cold, tied up.
The dog is the biggest piece of news around here. I've taken a few pictures of him with Shaun's cheap little camera, so here you go. He's a pit bull/dalmation mix of some random percentage.
http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a150/quisalas/PICT0076.jpg
http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a150/quisalas/PICT0073.jpg
