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Lonely lunch at work. The bad - no laughter. The good - no one sees what a picky eater I am.

Thinking

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.

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I wonder if Yaza knows when she needs to go number two. I always know it. I mean, smell it beforehand. I hope she does too, because it means I’m not suffering alone from all this stench. Please, one tiny dog. Please!

Not a breeder

I don’t think I’m a breeder.

Not while every fucking scumbag in this country who go to dogshows and stick their dogs into tiny kennels for over three months until the next dogshow and have litters to sell puppies (to anyone who can afford) call themselves breeders.

Then no, I am not a breeder. I’m just a dork who has a survey form and way too much time in their hands to actually bend over pedigrees and exams and standards and pictures and emails with people involved with the breed around the globe, not to mention to actually give love and attention to those who are not, by the way, fucking objects with no feelings. This is what I am, I am that dork.

Seriously, I’m glad I moved. The problems are still the same, sure, but the scum I had to put up with at the other town, whoa. If I never see them again, it will be too early. They are the very reason I scan prospect owners.

Movie Cliche

You know when there is a rough situation in the movies, and one character will look at the other and say “don’t worry, when all of this is over, we’ll look back and laugh”?

Well, I am hoping this is true, because it has been rough to deal with things.

In ten days, I want to be carefree, easygoing and calm. Deal?

Thinking

This is just a reminder so I can remember how shitty and tired I feel after working on a sunday. It ruined my weekend and it’s not even that much cash after all. In dog terms, it covers only one Brazilian dogshow fee. Had it been two, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.

A very very tired and grumpy me is going to bed now.

Thinking

Yes. It’s so very wrong to use your hairband as a bait to your dog. Because one day she’ll just figure out how to get it and chew the shit out of it and ruin it completely. Had it been a piece of sausage or chicken, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.

Yes, I do talk to myself.