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runaway dog
Feb. 10th, 2008 10:25 pmG'ah, I am beyond bored. Not just bored, but kind of lonely. Which is to be expected, I suppose. I'm sort of used to the house holding four people aside from myself, and now it has exactly one other person, and they're asleep. At least the dog came back. While I've been doing my best not to worry too much about Mumsy and her impending surgery [tomorrow at 5pm], I pretty much went to pieces after I thought I'd lost the damn dog. I let her go out in the side yard yesterday, and just as I was about to go back inside, cut across the house, and get her, I look up and see her climbing over the fence. I tried to grab her, but she's quick when she wants to be. She hovered around the back of the house for a little while, then the dogs next door started barking and off she went.
I didn't see her again all day. Which is unusual, as when our dogs escape, they tend to sort of circle the house. Angel delights in frolicking in the marsh areas, but also in actually circling the house, and Lady runs around and while we don't see her as often, she does run by to taunt us every hour or so. Yesterday? Nada. Turns out my brother stopped by yesterday and saw her, but didn't tell us, so I stayed awake for far too long, feeling horribly guilty that I'd let her escape and now she was absolutely, positively missing. I worried the whole night, and Dad and I rode through the neighborhood, whistling and calling for her. Nothing, although there was this weird cat/dog mix thing in the shadows. I chose not to investigate as weird things on the fringe of the marshes at 6AM on a Sunday morning should be left alone.
We pull up to the house, and I see a shadow moving on the front porch. Lady's standing there and when I open my door, she runs straight for me. She freaks when I go to give her a hug, so she wriggles free and runs to Dad. I open the front door, Dad loses his grip, and she runs right into the house. Cuz that's how our dogs are. They'll run away in an instant, but the second they decide they've had enough, they race for the front door and expect it to magically open.
And now we reach way back to Monday for our good news/bad news file. Went pants shopping. No Traveling Pants magic, alas. I found a couple of pairs on the clearance rack and cheered because for once they had the tall version of the size I suspect I wear. I tried it on. Too. Fucking. Big. So, do I rejoice at the pants being entirely too big, and not just that weird I'm too tall for average/normal/whatever, but a smidge too short for tall thing, or do I cry that the only pants I could find afterwards that fit were all fucking expensive?
While at the ER Tuesday, I read [and finished] Tantalize which.... ( shoulda been more )
Also read Forever in Blue which definitely made it obvious that of the four, I identify the least with Bee, and the most with Tibby and Lena. The Carmen thing was... odd.
And in dolly news, I should take pictures of the various dolls tomorrow while I kill time. I bought one of the new FF Summers, popped her head off, and popped a MS head on. Oddly easy and fun. Yay for articulation!
I didn't see her again all day. Which is unusual, as when our dogs escape, they tend to sort of circle the house. Angel delights in frolicking in the marsh areas, but also in actually circling the house, and Lady runs around and while we don't see her as often, she does run by to taunt us every hour or so. Yesterday? Nada. Turns out my brother stopped by yesterday and saw her, but didn't tell us, so I stayed awake for far too long, feeling horribly guilty that I'd let her escape and now she was absolutely, positively missing. I worried the whole night, and Dad and I rode through the neighborhood, whistling and calling for her. Nothing, although there was this weird cat/dog mix thing in the shadows. I chose not to investigate as weird things on the fringe of the marshes at 6AM on a Sunday morning should be left alone.
We pull up to the house, and I see a shadow moving on the front porch. Lady's standing there and when I open my door, she runs straight for me. She freaks when I go to give her a hug, so she wriggles free and runs to Dad. I open the front door, Dad loses his grip, and she runs right into the house. Cuz that's how our dogs are. They'll run away in an instant, but the second they decide they've had enough, they race for the front door and expect it to magically open.
And now we reach way back to Monday for our good news/bad news file. Went pants shopping. No Traveling Pants magic, alas. I found a couple of pairs on the clearance rack and cheered because for once they had the tall version of the size I suspect I wear. I tried it on. Too. Fucking. Big. So, do I rejoice at the pants being entirely too big, and not just that weird I'm too tall for average/normal/whatever, but a smidge too short for tall thing, or do I cry that the only pants I could find afterwards that fit were all fucking expensive?
While at the ER Tuesday, I read [and finished] Tantalize which.... ( shoulda been more )
Also read Forever in Blue which definitely made it obvious that of the four, I identify the least with Bee, and the most with Tibby and Lena. The Carmen thing was... odd.
And in dolly news, I should take pictures of the various dolls tomorrow while I kill time. I bought one of the new FF Summers, popped her head off, and popped a MS head on. Oddly easy and fun. Yay for articulation!
