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We all had a blast today at the park. Below are just a few of the many pictures I took, the rest of the good ones you can see on our flickr.
YAZA AND HER ICE BLOCK
LUC THE FRENCHIE AND NINA THE STAFFBULL DRINK WATER
LUC IS SUCH A CRUSTY NOSED SWEETHEART
Whenever I get a new form, I skip right to the limited registry question, that asks if the person agrees that our puppies are destined to be lovely pets, period. If the person says yes and I like their answer, I procede to reading the rest of the form and then emailing them back. However, if the person says no or something along the same lines, I used to proceed to writing them a huge, well educated and informative email listing all of my reasons, statistics and benefits of spaying/neutering their dogs. But sometimes I get so frustrated over some ridiculous forms that I don’t even bother answering.
But today I got a new form that mentioned around five times that they wanted to know “how much was an intact female” with intact in CAPS, and that she didn’t agree to “mutilate a dog, since not even the homeless animals were spayed/neutered. What the hell?! Which leads me to think, do these people even bother reading all of the stuff I put online? And it also pains me to think that yes, the lady will find an intact female that she can breed her guts out, unfortunately.
It was so unbelievable that I just had to answer something, anything, so I sent her a short email going along the lines of “please visit nearest pet shelter center and see statistics on homeless dogs in our country” and “it’s because of people like you that I see EVERYDAY stray dogs, thin as hell, looking for food scrapes and falling apart with diseases”.
Seriously!
It kinda pains me to see, though, that the piggle has better hygiene habits than Yayá.
Lonely lunch at work. The bad - no laughter. The good - no one sees what a picky eater I am.
Sitting here, trying to remember when was it, that moment that I knew it was the end of life as I knew it.
When he sat next to me on the first day at school. When he gave me a lick off his ice cream. When my older friend had a crush on him and pointed him out to me. When he called me “Rio girl” that first time. When I saw him for the first time and he strongly reminded me of my favorite celebrity. When I knew I couldn’t possibly have him. When he showed up at my doorstep, different from anything I could have ever expected. When he had this great way of talking to me. When he laid down on my lap. When he seemed like another version of me walking around - that is, a few minutes into knowing him.
Each time, unique and different. And now? “Now I only send it out when I think he might be the one that makes it true.”
Everyone says I spend way too much time online.
My friends call the computer phone when they wanna reach me. I have tons of books and magazines scattered around the room. I actually have more shoes in the computer room than in my own bedroom. Everyone always say that I’m always online on MSN. The first place Yaza comes to find me is in here.
And yet, it seems that I have only just realized that after going to the downstairs bathroom just now, and realizing that I had to get a new roll of toilet paper yet again, and that I spend WAY more toilet paper downstairs than upstairs.