If this guy's dogs have a history of attacking other dogs, he's got no business having them off-leash. Which I know other people have already said, but grrr.
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If this guy's dogs have a history of attacking other dogs, he's got no business having them off-leash. Which I know other people have already said, but grrr.
No shit. Good grief. And you'd think he'd learn after the ticket and vet bills!
Smonster, scratches are not as obvious as bite marks or hickeys, I'm thinking.
If this guy's dogs have a history of attacking other dogs, he's got no business having them off-leash. Which I know other people have already said, but grrr.
Really. I don't want to start a ruckus, but this looks to be a recurring problem.
Dishes washed and sink shined, ice cream consumed. Now, budgety stuff for 15 minutes, then a treasure hunt for Erin.
Would you want it to be easily covered by short sleeves?
I think so. I'd like to be able to see it, but also be able to keep it to myself.
Really. I don't want to start a ruckus, but this looks to be a recurring problem.
I think he's the one who started the ruckus.
Really. I don't want to start a ruckus, but this looks to be a recurring problem.
His dog hurt your dog, and his dog has hurt others. It's time to cause a ruckus, dammit.
Dishes washed and sink shined, ice cream consumed.
Yay for you! I am only halfway to a shiny sink, because tonight was eggplant parmigiana, (farmer's market eggplant sale because of our early frost!) which takes a lot of dishes.
Dammit. Out of spoons. Time to walk the dog, shower, and bed.
My darned dishwasher isn't working. I've put in two maintenance requests and haven't had anyone come by yet. Usually they are great about responding to maintenance issues. Anyway, I've been trying to keep the dishwasher empty to make it easier when they do come to fix it. Which means the dishes are piling up faster than I can hand wash them. I mean, I'll do what is there and then one or both of the kids appear with more dirty plates. Arrrrggggg.
I got a lot done today, but I still have a shitton of things to do this week to get ready for this garage sale.
But Dan's treating the furniture with (yet another) flea treatment, so I have to stay upstairs for the next hour or so.
I think I'm going to give my printer a good cleaning (the wheels don't want to catch the paper, look at some organizational blogs (it's a sickness -- I love design and organization blogs, esp. with pictures) and then do some office straighten-y things. Quiet stuff, since Dan's an early to bed man, since he gets up at 5am or earlier. Maybe I'll throw in a load of laundry in a hour.