Talking About Animals. As Usual.
This is the first thing I want to ramble about
Going to the pet store kills a little piece of my soul every time I do it. The people are unhelpful, the fish creep me the frick out and the other animals always seem depressed and sickly.
I went yesterday morning to buy gecko food and after three or four minutes of trying to get someone's attention, the clerk is walking by me and I say 'excuse me?' and he says 'need something, lady?'
Things Wrong With This:
1. 'Need something' is not any way to greet anyone, let alone a paying customer who comes in multiple times a week (and asks you for the same thing every time).
2. I've been politely asking for your assistance since I got here, clearly I need something.
3. I'm not a 'lady'! I'm a 'miss' or a 'pretty girl'. You douche, you ruined my day.
And they had at least a dozen rats in a ten gallon tank with a glass lid (which, imnsho, borders on cruel) and one of them wry neck something fierce and it always makes me sad.
But I got my crickets and went home. Pepperoni had a hard time eating them, of course, because we have determined he is not very bright at all. He kept lunging for the reflection of the crickets in the tank wall while the actual crickets were sitting right next to him. It's very entertaining to watch a gecko hunt for food.
Went to the dog rescue today. Last weekend while I was holed up in my fort watching Muppets and being ridiculous sick, they got a huge influx of small dogs. Normally the rescue is full of big dogs, right, so small dogs are rare. But last week they got like, nine.
Now. I don't like small dogs. I like biiiiiig dogs. So going into the pen with ten little yippy fluff things was not high on my list of things to do. But then I did stick myself in there and Oh. My. Gosh. Okay. Okay. There's this terrible little thing called Reed (some sort of Silky Terrier cross) and he's grey and like, the barkiest thing ever when he gets going but when I was just chilling out in the pen, he curled up on my lap and was purring for me. PURRING. He needed to put on like, ten pounds though. Poor little dogs. So many of them are underweight. I just want to cuddle them all. Except Cody, who bit me and frak does it ever sting.
Okay, but I don't need a dog. I don't need a dog. I DON'T NEED A DOG. I especially don't need a little dog that likes to bark. It is just my weird fixation on babies recently. Because small dogs that need a proper brushing and extra food cuddles because they are sad rescues are just like babies! Stupid girl parts, making me want to nurture helpless drooly things.
This is the second thing I want to ramble about
Lemonade is awesome.
Going to the pet store kills a little piece of my soul every time I do it. The people are unhelpful, the fish creep me the frick out and the other animals always seem depressed and sickly.
I went yesterday morning to buy gecko food and after three or four minutes of trying to get someone's attention, the clerk is walking by me and I say 'excuse me?' and he says 'need something, lady?'
Things Wrong With This:
1. 'Need something' is not any way to greet anyone, let alone a paying customer who comes in multiple times a week (and asks you for the same thing every time).
2. I've been politely asking for your assistance since I got here, clearly I need something.
3. I'm not a 'lady'! I'm a 'miss' or a 'pretty girl'. You douche, you ruined my day.
And they had at least a dozen rats in a ten gallon tank with a glass lid (which, imnsho, borders on cruel) and one of them wry neck something fierce and it always makes me sad.
But I got my crickets and went home. Pepperoni had a hard time eating them, of course, because we have determined he is not very bright at all. He kept lunging for the reflection of the crickets in the tank wall while the actual crickets were sitting right next to him. It's very entertaining to watch a gecko hunt for food.
Went to the dog rescue today. Last weekend while I was holed up in my fort watching Muppets and being ridiculous sick, they got a huge influx of small dogs. Normally the rescue is full of big dogs, right, so small dogs are rare. But last week they got like, nine.
Now. I don't like small dogs. I like biiiiiig dogs. So going into the pen with ten little yippy fluff things was not high on my list of things to do. But then I did stick myself in there and Oh. My. Gosh. Okay. Okay. There's this terrible little thing called Reed (some sort of Silky Terrier cross) and he's grey and like, the barkiest thing ever when he gets going but when I was just chilling out in the pen, he curled up on my lap and was purring for me. PURRING. He needed to put on like, ten pounds though. Poor little dogs. So many of them are underweight. I just want to cuddle them all. Except Cody, who bit me and frak does it ever sting.
Okay, but I don't need a dog. I don't need a dog. I DON'T NEED A DOG. I especially don't need a little dog that likes to bark. It is just my weird fixation on babies recently. Because small dogs that need a proper brushing and extra food cuddles because they are sad rescues are just like babies! Stupid girl parts, making me want to nurture helpless drooly things.
This is the second thing I want to ramble about
Lemonade is awesome.