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Death To Dogs

So, I got up this morning, had my usual breakfast, went to my room, collected my books, and started to venture forth. That's when I stepped in a pile of nice, warm doggy doo. Fine. I shorn off my sock and got a cloth to clean up the mess. I took a couple of steps back to survey my cleaning job when a slightly cooler second pile squished between my toes of my barren foot.

Since we have hit a cold snap ("March's in like a lion, out like a lamb?"), perhaps it's too cold for 6 month-old Johdie to go outside. Regardless, we aren't friends anymore.


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Mar. 11th, 2004 05:59 pm (UTC)
Poor Jez,

If it makes you feel any better Posh Spice and Lanky (I don't know if you have a name for him yet, but that's what I think we should call him, that or "Fatty") decided to get a fish. It sits in a crystal vase right by the computer, so I have to look at it all the time. YUCK. It's a bitchy fish, though, so I kinda like it.

PLUS I got lost taking the bus yesterday. I suck.

Opera Queen
Mar. 12th, 2004 10:27 am (UTC)
Damn, man. At least dog poop is warm....

Hope things get better. After all, it's Friday!!!
Mar. 11th, 2004 09:19 pm (UTC)
Johdie is only 6 months old, what breed is it? Fuck.
Mar. 19th, 2004 08:14 am (UTC)
It is a Jack Terrier, or something of that sort. Very cute, until you step in his crap. Then he's not-so-cute...
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