I am so strung out. My dog is having some sort of neuro episode. I am waiting for the vet to call me back. He is laying down now, but he can barely stand. Luckily (?) a friend had the same exact thing happen to her older dog and helped me calm him down with a thundershirt. She said there really isn’t anything to do but wait it out and keep him comfortable. It’s really the same thing, all of the symptoms, so I am waiting until the morning for the vet. I called the vet who makes housecalls, so hopefully she can come. I really think taking him to Penn would just make everything worse, it was when he was stressed that the symptoms got worse. As long as he is still, I think he is okay. As long as I do not move from this spot.

So, he seems to be resting  okay now. But me? Basketcase. I am afraid to move because I am afraid he will try to get up and fall. Or that Trixie will follow me and knock him over. She is pretty confused too. Seriously. I am freaking the fuck out, starving and gross as can be. I do not see sleep happening. What am I going to do? I thought it would help to get it out and now I am just getting more amped and shaking like a leaf. Like visibly shaking like a crackhead. Do I take him out again? I am not sure if it will help. Man. I could use a valium. Or six. And do I take him out with or without Trixie? I might lose my mind tonight. The rest of it I mean.

lizdexia:

popculturebrain:

Poster: Taken 2 | Latino Review

So he’s going to ask himself to get under the bed?

I wonder if Liam Neeson even knows he made this movie.

First, hahahaha about asking himself to get under the bed. Second, I thought he killed them ALL. Third, does he have to eat a kidnapper like he did with the wolf for that other shit movie he did recently? Let’s also pretend that horrible shit with January Jones didn’t happen too while we’re at it.  I feel like at least in my mind he has fallen so very far.

What a nightmare of a fucking morning. I woke up fine, little late. Went down the street to the little park(?grassy area? evs). I was so intent on taking a day off from running and was so psyched when I saw Trixie’s favorite boy there. He’s an 80 lb. puppy named Ollie who is so cute and just submissive enough to make this girl nuts. I let go of her leash because they got tangled and it’s usually no big deal when she is with her main dude.

Well, not today. I was/am exhausted because I gave in and took Nyquil last night and it was awesome. So, it took me a while to really wake up. But here we are, they are playing, then suddenly before I could untwist them and get the leash, Trixie heads to what I call an alley for lack of a better word. The houses on both sides are all pretty new and it’s just a space between the back yards that is completely overgrown with these weedy vines that are over 6 feet tall. I thought it only went a few feet. Anyway, she disappeared to a point where I couldn’t even hear her tags. And the big puppy was about to follow. So I handed Rocky’s leash to my friend, Ollie’s mom Emma and sprinted around to the next block only to find it doesn’t go through to the next street. So, I am relieved she can’t get to the street, but what the fuck now, right?

I got back around and heard nothing. So I had to go in. It was like walking into a patch of vines headfirst. No footing, it’s all trash, a rolled up rusty fence and god only knows what else. Spiderwebs everywhere. So disgusting and hard to walk. I seriously for the first time in my life needed a machete. And the puppy is with me, as we plow through the totally unknown with no sign of my idiot dog. Turns out this little space from hell goes all the way to the last house on the block. The little bitch was in the last yard on the right. She squeezed through a space between the yards to a board of nails that was unstable and pushed in. Then Rocky and Emma show up and I am totally freaking out that my old guy went through all of that crap. I had to squeeze through, pushing both boys back into the weeds toward the park and trying not to scream at them at 7 am on a Sunday while trespassing times a zillion. I finally moved the board enough to get her out (and gouge my shirt and side on a nail) and push everyone back. It was a nightmare. I drug (it seems right but not) them home and tried to breath. I was like fuck it, I have to do at least a quick run so that we are tired and I don’t kill this beast. So we dropped Rocky and my stuff off.

We got down to the river and it was crowded and she was tired after her ridiculous asshole adventure. So I let her stay on the grass and started running again. She thought that would be the best time to get the super zoomies and next thing you know, I am lying in the grass and the leash has nailed me like a punch in the chin. Seriously, of course I got right up after some ridiculous and uncontrollable laughter that was more hysterical than finding any of it funny. And we went on.

We did make it home eventually with no dog being murdered, which is surprising. Yay home. Nope. Then I had to go to the store before breakfast because the bread (naan) I got last night for breakfast was COVERED in mold. Motherfuck, I forgot to bring it or the receipt with me, so I just told the cashier at the stupid super expensive market about it and got my shit and got out of there. I am so exhausted and now feeling the combined effects of all of the strange things that scratched the shit out of my arms and legs (washed all kinds of stuff out of my hair) and the bitch of a fall that was pretty hard. Luckily, since my work system was down the last 2 days, I only have 8 hours of work to get in by midnight so I have tons of time to rest. So far this day is making me think of a quote from the illustrious Heather Chandler, fuck me gently with a chainsaw already Sunday, I give up.

A dog fighting app? Really Android, you second rate motherfuckers? A dog fighting app. I know, I know. We are all taking it too seriously. Except we’re not. Dog fighting has been so glamorized lately with Michael Vick getting away with zillions of dollars, a great career and no time for animal abuse. (his time was for other charges, he didn’t get any time for-by his own admission- 20 years of killing dogs with his own hands). So, people already see there are no consequences to dogfighting. Now it’s a game? Is that right Android you ridiculous assholes? I just can’t.  Here is the direct link to the easiest reporting. The article linked to in the title has a bunch more email addresses and stuff. Please take a minute and report this.

mbyhoff:

nycthe:

It’s not often you catch Nicknotned making simple and direct statements about his intentions, free of snark or analogy.

Changing the format doesn’t make you a news site, changing the content makes you a news site.

Is this for real?  A news site? Hows about just the same shitty commenter pleasing crap in a more newsy meaning unbearable and inadequate format? Why does everyone suddenly think they can be a real fucking journalist? You’re just talking about different stuff- same people, same numbskull readers you’ve been pandering and lowering to for years now.

today:

“Victim was attending a cockfight where he was stabbed in the leg by a bird with a knife attached to one of its limbs”

I love/hate stories like this where there is at least a slight bit of justice. Like where a deer kills a hunter. Or when a guy who buys some “exotic” big cats and they eat his ass. Or an armed rooster kills some sort of jackass attending a cockfight. Sorry dumbass. All he wanted was to watch animals fight to the death. Guess what Einstein? They did. Yours. Unfortunately probably the animals’ too. Related: Who the fuck straps weapons to roosters? People are so stupid.

Does that tell everyone something? It was so over the top and gratuitous. So stupid. Even the music numbers are so nonsensical. Why was anyone singing Bills? And intro the football players to the coolness of the glee club with a song that is so girly and slow and painful? I so hope people start waking up to this show believing way more than its own hype. Ryan Murphy went in early on this one. Nip/Tuck anyone? Edgy becomes camp and then just takes advantage of its audience until its so ridiculous its just punching the viewers in the face with its assumption of their stupidity. Except now, they are right.People are reveling in the fact that other people were watching this and it’s cool to LOVE it. It’s not what it was last season.

Ugh. I so want people to stop with the Glee. I think that Lea Michele is so stagey. Like Broadway people offstage who can’t seem to turn it off. Personally, I think Anne Hathaway is so like that too. In interviews, they are so often preening and always have a prepared story or “memory” for every question. It’s really annoying, the trying to project perfection at all times. And the Glee stories have become so played. I mean, Sue making fun of herself and how it was all so boring, was right. But the rest was horrible. For anyone who says, well just stop watching. I did, there was nothing else on last night and I was finishing an article. i just never changed the channel. Until that ridiculously insulting football game started and I thought the news has got to be better. It was. I hate this show and the ridiculous stereotypes it perpetuates. What was cute and silly and creative is now absolutely OVER its audience and more like its own masturbatory caricature. Kind of like the fucking Black Eyed Peas and there horrible halftime show. I wish Usher had been there more and we could hear him. Also- can we please give up on that halfass drag queen (sorry drag queens!) who fucked up the national anthem? Which she said 2 weeks ago she had been singing her whole life? Really?

This has nothing to do with the photo. Yet. But I am sure some incoherent rambling will set that shit straight. I cannot stand people who are insincere or uninformed. Or arrogant narcissists.  People who will completely deny something I say is dangerous for their dogs to be true because they discredit me in general. They have to be literally - fucking LITERALLY- shocked into paying attention to something outside their normal realm. Then, I circulate the info to their ignorant asses. And they- IGNORE it. Until some distorted lover kind of substitute fuckwad goes exactly where I said was dangerous. And guess what? They got fucking shocked. Is that really (sorry) shocking? No, you ignorant whore. Again, today, i try to stop another d-bag from walking in the same area. He is like, we are fine over here. Like I am hitting on you? The FUCK?

Seriously- note to all- if I warn you about something that may harm your dog or cat- THAT is my endgame. If means I may (probably) give fuckall about you- but I will not let my pride hurt your poor animal. So maybe you shouldn’t either asshole. Especially the more ignorant versions of you. I do not make small talk. I do not make excuses to talk to your pathetic skinny white asses. I do not. I have absolutely no interest in talking to you about the neighborhood, the weather, the fuck if I care. But I fight more with myself in order to actually make myself say this stuff - even if you think it sounds crazy. If animals are getting hurt, I do not give a shit what you think of me. I will let you think I love you and want to talk to you and think you are worth my time. If it helps a dog to not get hurt. So seriously G- cut the shit, the judgment, the looks, the trying to cut me out of a cause I started. You are way too stupid to outdo me. And all I care about is the animals (and maybe your hair entering the aughts - MEOOOWWWW). Bitch ruined my night. And my neighborhood. Ugh with the hate. It does take me a lot to be the bigger person when it comes to things that could hurt the animals. But I do it every time. I step over the shit and warn them and they write me off like I don’t even know. Motherfuckers.