Miss? Miss?! Yes, hello, that squirrel is eating your leg ...
So, ya' know how I've been obsessing over the Ice Cream Man these past few days? Well, I have just one more thing to say about that. Who drives an Ice Cream Truck that plays "Silent Night" and "Take Me Out to the Ball Game"? FTW?!
Anyways, my dog had surgery yesterday. D: There was this nasty growth on her ear. They took it off. And she's still under the influence of the anesthesia. She's like
glowy_chan's grandpa when he's drunk. Seriously. Roxy was all over the place when my dad and I brought her home yesterday. And, for some reason, she keeps turning around and sitting on me.
Every time my dad tries to replace the bandage on her ear, she shakes and it flies off. Then my dad tells her not to do that, replaces it again, she shakes again, and it's redone about three times. I think she does it on purpose.
Last night, I had a dream about something ... I forget ... but at the end, I remember, my sister, my grandpa ((not the one that lives down the street)), and I were in my driveway, and Roxy was in the middle of the street. We were all calling for her, telling her to get the fuck out of the street, and she's just sitting there, cars missing her even if they go right through her, looking at us like "Yeah, so?". Weird. In reality, all she does is beg for food, lick me to death, beg me to scratch her butt, then plops her ass on me anyway. That's all I'm good for, now, isn't it? A chair.
Anyways, my dog had surgery yesterday. D: There was this nasty growth on her ear. They took it off. And she's still under the influence of the anesthesia. She's like
glowy_chan's grandpa when he's drunk. Seriously. Roxy was all over the place when my dad and I brought her home yesterday. And, for some reason, she keeps turning around and sitting on me.
Every time my dad tries to replace the bandage on her ear, she shakes and it flies off. Then my dad tells her not to do that, replaces it again, she shakes again, and it's redone about three times. I think she does it on purpose.
Last night, I had a dream about something ... I forget ... but at the end, I remember, my sister, my grandpa ((not the one that lives down the street)), and I were in my driveway, and Roxy was in the middle of the street. We were all calling for her, telling her to get the fuck out of the street, and she's just sitting there, cars missing her even if they go right through her, looking at us like "Yeah, so?". Weird. In reality, all she does is beg for food, lick me to death, beg me to scratch her butt, then plops her ass on me anyway. That's all I'm good for, now, isn't it? A chair.