Filed under: Black Jack, life, ME, Whining and Moaning | Tags: Anger, life sucks, self pity
So that car, that I spent $700 on fixing about a month ago???
Thats right I said it.
Toast. The engine seized.
My 1999 Toyota Camry with only 83,000 miles on it. Is done.
Oh and that apartment that we really really wanted? What happened to that you ask?The owner turned us down.Even with the offer of an extra deposit for the dog, and an additional rider in the leaser holding us solely responsible for any damage caused by the dog.
He thinks the dog is going to pee everywhere. Which he won’t. He’s not like that, he’s a good dog.
We really wanted that apartment.
I am a coupon-aholic. Its true. I make a game out of it. And tonight at Target I got lots-o-dog food. For next to nothing
Well as of last night Chris apparently had taken him to Petco while I was in rehearsal and got him what appears to be a 2 foot long daschund shaped toy, that’s head squeeks and ass end rattles. And from there its been so long Cyclops Bear, “Hello, the Artist Formerly Known as Squeaky” (he has already punctured the squeaky thing, so now he only rattles( AFKS for short)).
Its sheer bliss BlackJack and his AFKS.
You see, one of the problem with buying BlackJack toys is that he has the head of a 65lb Black Lab on a 40lb body. Hence forth anything made for “Medium Dogs” gets destroyed and eaten to bits in about, oooooh I don’t know
.2 seconds flat.
The other day I bought him a ham bone that was about a foot long, and marketed for dogs 65lbs or larger. My 40lb little man devoured it in literally 35 mins. I mean seriously, what the hell?
We’ve taken to buying him the toys for larger dogs, and only giving him one at a time. Because the only toys that last more than an hour are, well expensive quite frankly. So we release them sparingly one at a time, with great caution.
And in the mean time he lovingly totes Cyclops Bear, and AFKS around, and chews about the little squeaky hamburgers that come in pack of 5 for 2$.