PhotoDump 2010

I am not a very emotional person. 

In fact, I have had past boyfriends ask me if I ever cry because they never have seen me do it.

I don’t know why, I guess I just don’t let myself get all bent out of shape easily. 

Anyways, sometimes I just NEED a good cry and I have found my Kryptonite.

Craigslist Pet Ads…Yes, yes….I KNOW.

I cry because:

A.) I can’t save ALL OF THE UNWANTED DOGS/CATS/PIGS/SNAKES/PYGMY GOATS

B.) Because people piss me off to the point of tears. 

Example :  ”Pugsley ” is a 6 year old Boston Terrier I have raised him from a 6 week old puppy. It’s really hard to let him go but I just had a baby and I am moving into a new house we decided to be pet free.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!

You “decided” to be pet free. What about when you “decided” to get a puppy and raise him and promise to love him forever and ever?! What about that, you stupid cunty sack of shit? Just because you got all knocked up and squirted out a baby suddenly makes that all go away? Just like that? 

I just can not imagine any scenario in my life that I would willingly give up my fur babies. They are my kids. I would do absolutely anything for them. Like when the family business took a nosedive and I didn’t get a paycheck for like a month, I made sure that my animals still ate like money wasn’t tight. They still got their expensive ass dog food, treats and everything. Sure, I lived off of like ramen and kroger brand spaghettio’s there for a while but as long as they were happy, I was happy. I just don’t understand how some people operate and it seems to be the case (with a bunch that I have read) that people are all like MOVING INTO A NEW APARTMENT THAT DOESNT ALLOW PETS SOMEONE TAKE MY BLIND DEAF MUTE GIMP DOG THAT I HAVE HAD ALL MY LIFE….honestly I would rather live in a shit ass ghetto apartment that allowed me to have my animals rather than somewhere nice where I couldn’t have them. And this goes for my newly adopted cats as well. My ex had 4 cats and spent most of his time in Louisville and would only come home like 2 time a week. He was going to take them all to the pound and I told him I would take 2 of them if he promised me that he would keep his original 2 that he has had since kittenhood. Maximus belonged to his brother’s crazy psycho girlfriend ( <—This bitch, y’all, I will get to her in a minute because I am on a roll) and I begged my ex to let me keep him when she wanted to get rid of him because “he shed too much”. Cadence was a pound kitty that I fell in love with at Petsmart, she had been there for 3 months and I was NOT leaving that store without her. So I felt responsible for those two and ended up taking them in because I could not bear the thought of them going to the pound..Plus, Max has these fatty tumors all over his body and let’s face it, nobody likes a lumpy pussy. I never questioned if I had enough money or where they would sleep/poop in my house or how I didn’t ACTUALLY like cats all that much (dog person FTW). I just had to have them and now I can’t imagine life without them….even though Max gets very chatty at about 3am and Cadence likes to poop outside the box (she gets in the box but somehow misses) it’s fucking disgusting. Idk, I am ranting because people just make me so mad I can’t stand it. 

Okay back to crazy bitch, she was bipolar and would buy dogs and not take care of them after about 3 days. Since I basically lived with my ex and his brother and his brother’s gf, I was around these animals A LOT. One day, I came home to find a big rottie in the back yard. His name was Cain and he was supposed to be a guard dog but this dog was the biggest baby ever. He was scared of his own shadow. She kept him outside all the time, it was winter and COLD AS FUCK. His water dish would always freeze and the doghouse she bought was made of like popsicle stick material. So after they would go to bed, I would sneak down into the basement and let Cain inside to sleep in one of the basement spare bedrooms. I spent more time with that dog than I did my boyfriend. He knew a shit ton of tricks and was just a very well behaved dog. I loved him as if he were my own. Then one day, I went over there after work and went into the backyard to play with Cain and he was gone. I was heart broken, I asked her why she got rid of him and she said he was just a big slobbery stupid dog and she needed a smart watch dog. I was so pissed at her I couldn’t breather. Months came and went, dogs came and went. I tried not to let myself get attached to them as I knew they would eventually be booted and my heart couldn’t take it. Then one night I came in from running errands and came into the house to find a teeny tiny puppy stuck in the middle of the staircase. I rolled my eyes and picked up the dog and set her down at the bottom of the stairs and went about my business. Hours passed and CB wasn’t home. I could hear the puppy crying at the bottom of the stairs. Finally I gave in. I went and got the puppy and brought her upstairs with me and she instantly fell asleep in my lap. I was mad at myself, i knew I couldn’t get attached and I could feel myself falling head over heels for this dog. CB hardly paid attention to the puppy, she just ignored it and I ended up being the primary care giver. Then it happened, I came home and she was gone. I called my ex and broke down completely. I couldn’t believe it. He said she put an ad in the paper and sold the dog that morning to a couple who had a St. Bernard. ( this puppy weighed as much as a “popcorn fart”). I couldn’t handle being around CB for the next week. It was Valentines Day and I went over to see my ex, I went upstairs and set my things down and to my surprise, there was the puppy. I looked at my Ex and was like WTF. “Happy Valentines Day.” Apparently the people had brought her back that week that I was away and he had been keeping it a secret that he bought her from CB. I named her Penelope (after my favorite Pinback song) FartPop (popcorn fart) and she has been my baby ever since.

Izabel’s story is a little different, I was out shopping with Abby Monster and my ex (the same one) called and said that Petsmart was having a doggy adoption day and that there was a pit mix that he said was really cute. I grabbed abby and we rolled over there. It was love at first sight. She was skinny, her name was “Emma” and she had the saggiest titties I have ever seen on a dog…those damn things almost dragged on the ground. She was found on a busy road and she had apparently just had puppies (which were not found :( ) They said she was about a year old but weren’t sure. These redneck assholes were looking at her as I was asking the Petsmart lady about getting her out. They looked at her and said ” It’s a pit mix, this would be a bad bitch to beef up.” I followed the lady to the cage and got Izabel out, the rednecks looked at me and said “can we walk her around when you are done” to which I responded “Absolutely NOT, this is MY dog now.” I said it without really even consulting my ex’s feelings about it, I didn’t know if he would allow me to keep her at his place. I walked her around the store, and monster kept trying to get in her face…i was being overly cautious because I didn’t know what this dog was all about and she was making me nervous….abby started throwing a tantrum in the floor (she was 4 at the time) because I wouldn’t let her walk the dog. Izabel saw abby crying and walked over to her, sat down and started licking all over her face. My heart exploded, i knew I had a new furbaby. My ex finally gave in after about 15 minutes of BOTH abby and I begging and pouting.

^ Very 1st picture of Izabel EVAR, in the car on the way home from petsmart.

My dogs are my world and I honestly freak out - to the point of breaking out in hives about them one day not being around. Izabel is starting to get white hairs all over her face and it just send my brain into hyper warp speed…OMG WHAT IF SHE WAS LIKE OLDER WHEN THEY FOUND HER AND SHE IS LIKE 8 OR SOMETHING…but aside from that she still likes to tear around the house, stealing my socks and farting like a grown ass man. When I got each of my animals, I promised them that I wouldn’t ever leave them….willingly and they would never know what it’s like to be unloved ever again. I guess all i am saying is I wish more people treated their dogs like I do mine and kept the same promise. It’s so heartbreaking.

RANT OVER.