i hate it when things die
Mar. 20th, 2005 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyYou may point and laugh and think me nuts, but please don't do it where I can see or hear you, okay? Thank you.
Angel [the dog] got out this afternoon. Just slipped off her leash somehow even though she shouldn't have been able to. And she's been running around for hours. I was all set to go to bed. I'd turned off my TV, was about to hit the bathroom and then crawl under the covers when I noticed Angel seemed to be chasing something across the street. I stopped, looked closer, and nearly had a heartattack.
She'd managed to catch a squirrel or a bird. And she was killing it. Yeah, I know. she's a retriever. It's what they do. But ever since I can remember I've had a giant soft spot for squirrels.
So I freak out. I hurry downstairs, tell my father that his damn dog is killing a squirrel and I go outside to fuss at her. I honestly thought she'd just managed to sort of catch it, but not really, and once she saw me, she'd run off like she'd done all fucking afternoon.
Silly me. She didn't give a damn about me. She was too into torturing the poor squirrel. So I get close enough to grab the dog and I look at the poor squirrel and realize it has no tail.
Holy fuck. Not only did she catch a squirrel but she fucking caught the one squirrel I can ID. She killed Bunny Squirrel. I thought Bunny had already died, and maybe it was just another squirrel without a tail, but I thought I was going to die right there because I was so mad and so upset. [reason #912 I do not drive: I cry over road kill. Don't spread it around, wouldja?]
So I screamed at the dog, knowing she wouldn't understand, knowing full well I just didn't want to deal with it, and wishing like mad someone else, anyone else, would come see why I was screaming.
No one did. So I finally lunged for the dog after the squirrel shot me this look like, "ohmygod, do something. I'm dying here," and dragged the fucking dog across the gravel road [barefoot, I might add] and inside, trying not to kill her or myself in the process.
I get inside, and of course Angel follows me in, and they start fussing at her because she's spent four hours outside rolling around in filth. No one bothered to ask why I'd been screaming my bloody head off. I told them anyway.
Princess goes across the street to investigate, I guess. He comes back and tries to convince me the squirrel had been dead when Angel "caught" it. Nice try, and if I weren't fairly positive he wasn't just trying to be all knowing, I'd appreciate the possible effort to be kind. So... bunny squirrel may be dead, or dying.
today is firmly going down in the "sucks" catagory.
Angel [the dog] got out this afternoon. Just slipped off her leash somehow even though she shouldn't have been able to. And she's been running around for hours. I was all set to go to bed. I'd turned off my TV, was about to hit the bathroom and then crawl under the covers when I noticed Angel seemed to be chasing something across the street. I stopped, looked closer, and nearly had a heartattack.
She'd managed to catch a squirrel or a bird. And she was killing it. Yeah, I know. she's a retriever. It's what they do. But ever since I can remember I've had a giant soft spot for squirrels.
So I freak out. I hurry downstairs, tell my father that his damn dog is killing a squirrel and I go outside to fuss at her. I honestly thought she'd just managed to sort of catch it, but not really, and once she saw me, she'd run off like she'd done all fucking afternoon.
Silly me. She didn't give a damn about me. She was too into torturing the poor squirrel. So I get close enough to grab the dog and I look at the poor squirrel and realize it has no tail.
Holy fuck. Not only did she catch a squirrel but she fucking caught the one squirrel I can ID. She killed Bunny Squirrel. I thought Bunny had already died, and maybe it was just another squirrel without a tail, but I thought I was going to die right there because I was so mad and so upset. [reason #912 I do not drive: I cry over road kill. Don't spread it around, wouldja?]
So I screamed at the dog, knowing she wouldn't understand, knowing full well I just didn't want to deal with it, and wishing like mad someone else, anyone else, would come see why I was screaming.
No one did. So I finally lunged for the dog after the squirrel shot me this look like, "ohmygod, do something. I'm dying here," and dragged the fucking dog across the gravel road [barefoot, I might add] and inside, trying not to kill her or myself in the process.
I get inside, and of course Angel follows me in, and they start fussing at her because she's spent four hours outside rolling around in filth. No one bothered to ask why I'd been screaming my bloody head off. I told them anyway.
Princess goes across the street to investigate, I guess. He comes back and tries to convince me the squirrel had been dead when Angel "caught" it. Nice try, and if I weren't fairly positive he wasn't just trying to be all knowing, I'd appreciate the possible effort to be kind. So... bunny squirrel may be dead, or dying.
today is firmly going down in the "sucks" catagory.
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Date: 2005-03-21 01:07 am (UTC)*hugs* stupid dog.
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Date: 2005-03-21 02:07 pm (UTC)