i don't see any rain or warm pipe unfreezing weather happening out there yet today...hurry up..i am waiting!
i have not heard a word out of phoebe since early evening last night..i am wondering if she is still alive??? i will check later..for now my motto is: let sleeping bitchy/biting red dragons lie.
june is becoming a bed buddy which is ok except she takes up a lot of space...she needs her very own bed....no space in there for another june sized bed so everyone has to shift over and make room. it is a squeeze, but she fits.
shit..phebes is awake and wants out...phoebe..BE GOOD TODAY!
my dog family...
phoebe.. the red bitchy/bitey dog,
june.. the big brown scaredy cat dog,
benny.. the cream colored giant fatty dog (last weigh in was 160 pounds!!!)
and daphne.. the long and low leaky black and tan dog... boss of me and the rest of the world.
love is a many not so splendid thing.
you would think being a long time rescuer with tons of experience with messed up creatures, that my family of misfits would naturally be the most well behaved and emotionally/physically fit messed up animals in the world. yeah no..my animals are just as messed up (or more) than everyone else...my dogs are screwy...my cats are pissing insane... i shudder to think what this says about me...maybe i sort of suck at the rescue thing??
oh well..i like screwy animals which is why i have not murdered a certain remote control eating addict or a big baby blind stirring up shit mini husky, or our prima donna ancient dingo bag..or that pissalot and everywhere possible, freaking super bladder out of control, old man shane.
jeezuz, come on all-freaking-ready...where the hell is the warm freaking rain?????
maybe i should send shane out there to piss away all of the snow.
oh..and the not so great news of the day is...
molly3 (the 5 yr old chained hip dysplagic rotti out in permanent foster care..this freaking dog is a vet bill continual nightmare!!!) has blown her knee..just what we need a $2000 freaking knee repair surgery bill, thx so much molly!!!!