I finally caught up on Scandal. The very end has me on board for next season, I think, that was good.

I am losing my zen with my job, a little bit, in that I seem to be feeling responsible about whether there will be enough inventory for July orders. I don't know if I will even still be there in July, I should not be responsible for anything!

But one pair of my new glasses came in and they are cute AND I can see more clearly, so the day is ending up pretty good, all things considered.

Isn't the Little Rascals' dog a pit?

Isn't the Little Rascals' dog a pit?

Yep.

Also, I spent some time in the vet's waiting room with a Presa Canario who was the most scared dog I've ever seen. Enormous, and kind of terrifying looking, until you looked at how she was trying to hide behind her mom's legs. I can see where dogs with bad reputations get into trouble because of other people acting badly.

"Shoot, if we'd known we could have put in your lunch order with ours!". Seriously: hugs.

Wow, that's pretty awesome! Yay.

I do not have an opinion on dogs, other than I like smallish to medium sized ones best. Big ones are freaky to me, and take up too much space. But tiny ones are also freaky. Chihuahuas and super tiny Yorkies freak me out.

HOWEVER, it is KITTEN SEASON. And the Humane Society sent out a long list of sets of kittens they have or are getting in who need fostering for a couple weeks (until they're old enough to adopt out). I emailed back, and i really hope they pick me, pick me! I WANT KITTENS!!!

I believe dogs are individuals and that nurture is much stronger than nature. I've known pitbulls who are the sweetest, dumbest goofballs, and rotties who will rest all their weight on you if given a pet because that's how they melt with love. I've met kind German Shepherds and mean viscious ones. I'll always approach a new strange dog with respect and the back of my hand for sniffs, but I've had too many people react in fear to our boxers with fear to take that seriously. They might love you to death if you're a foot and half tall by accident.

And I will never ever ever own a dog, because I believe that they need a lot of attention and love as pack animals, which I can't give. Even at my parents, where the dog gets the run of an entire state park, he still needs interaction that even they, with my mother retired, can't give. Also, dogs smell funny.

Anyone know where my husband is? Anyone?

No, he doesn't have a cell phone.

Ah, he just called. 8PM, and he's been at work since 5AM.

And I will never ever ever own a dog, because I believe that they need a lot of attention and love as pack animals, which I can't give.

Agreeing with this. I love dogs, but I don't have the spoons.

Wow, Dana. That's a hell of a day!

I am a bad bad person for giggling at a few of those dog incidents. But dang, some were just sad and tragic on both ends--mostly the ones that didn't actually involve bites, but dragging on a leash, or tripping over the dog, or "overenthusiastically greeting an elderly man and knocking him down" or whatever.