I Just Can't

Today has been one hectic, drama filled day. Fences! Well, at least they are up. Thank you Sweetie and your brother for doing a great job. Also, thank you for puting up with dysfunctional bull shit. I am sorry that you had to help me break up a nasty, ugly fight between my kids. I have mentioned that one is an adult and the other is almost there. I just wish they would act like adults!

The reason for the fight was because of an overweight, destructive dog whom I didn't realize that I liked so much until..............well, he got out. And? I spent three hours driving all through my neighborhood looking for him. I live in a city. The Downtown area of a rather large city! Damn, I was worried. So much was going through my mind while I was looking for him. Freeways..........commuter trains.......( Yes, they still run on Holidays) busy streets........friendly dog who would go up to just about anyone.................homeless people that love to tote around a dog. That is something I have never figured out......but, I guess it has to do with companionship.

My older son let him out (remember.....fences are down). And my younger son blamed his brother for the dog getting out. My older boy felt horrible. It really was no one's fault. Yes, my older son should have more common sense and use better judgement. He can't expect Sweetie to watch the dog AND build a fence.

After three hours of driving around and asking virtually every person I saw if they had seen him, I went home. It was useless. No one had seen him and that was very strange to me. The dog never gets out. I can leave my back gate open and do work back there and he never takes off.

I just knew or felt he had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps, he was in one of neighbor's yard playing with another dog. I just knew he was around. So, when I came in from the alley into my back yard, who comes trotting out from my neighbor's house......HOUSE, mind you...............the dog! What the hell?

Yes, while walking and looking for him.......we called for him.....by name. We aren't that GUMBAish.........we can think of the obvious. Apparently my neighbor isn't so quick on the uptake. While the boyz and Sweetie were calling for him, the dumb-ass dog would go to her window and look at them. I don't think it ever occurred to her that we were L O O K I N G for our dog. She just kinda looked at me and said: "Oh, I guess I should have let you know that he was here". Really! Hello! I hate to stereo-type but I now know how blonde jokes got started.

Our dog decided he would go over to her yard and then into her house and curl up with HER dog. Her dog is a female and I think my dog is "sweet on her." (My South of the Mason-Dixon line quote for the day). They were just hanging out together having a grand ol' time!

Me? I was an axiety ridden mess! Damn, dog! First thing out of my mouth when I saw him was...........wow I don't even like you and I am glad you're back! I seriously did not realize that I actually liked him so much ,if at all.........I can't say love......not just yet........like was tough enough. I probably would "love" him if he would not eat my clothing. The dog has a zipper fettish and loves to chew them off of brand new jeans.

Ok........so now boy#1 has to settle some unfinished business with his brother. He follows his brother into the house, calls him a name.........something to do with female anatomy......(I hate that word) and the fight is on. I had to yell for Sweetie. You know? That was the first time in almost two years that man has ever butted into, what he calls, my business. He set them straight. He did a great job!

I am trying to get a hold of their father............yeah, right. I can't do this on my own............I seriously C A N N O T!

In my next life, I want to come back as a cat! Think of how enjoyable it would be to just lay around all day and do nothing. My only care in the world would be how to catch a bird. I would seriously go for the Blue Jays. I absolutely hate those bastards! They love to swoop down and peck at my cats. Don't get me started about how they steal my grapes and tomatoes.

Ok.......it's hot........I need a shower, preferably luke warm, at best........and I think I might have a good cry.