Teh Madisonnnnnn
I woke up and realized I needed a walk. So, I got myself ready, and of course, Madison was ready to rock 'n roll. Got her harness and leash on, and I realized I'd kind of not been paying much attention to her with being in the midst of midterms. I decided to take her over to the For The Love of Dogs, A Dog Bakery for some treats. Of course, Madison sniped biscuits out of the pots of treats they had sitting around. I spoke to the owners for a bit, and they were very cool and very helpful. They make their own treats in their kitchen, and also carry lots of dog toys (and cats, too!). I bought Madison 1 lb. of dog treats (one of every kind), a mini frisbee since Adam and I would like to frisbee train her, and a sponge type thing that will hopefully remove the cat hair from my car. They also offer vet services one Sunday each month. Their package prices aren't that much cheaper than our current vet, but I'll have to speak to Adam about that. The thing is, is the woman we bought Jaeger and Stoli from tends to call the vet clinics occasionally to make sure their shots and everything are up to date. So, it's probably in our best interest to stick with Dr. Schnarr, and I trust him with my furbabies.
As I was leaving, Madison was peeing in the yard. The woman downstairs was coming home, and made a comment about Madison. Something along the lines of "Oh, I guess she finally decided to piss in the yard." Then she rolled her eyes. Look lady. I do the best that I can, and I clean her piss up within reasonable capabilities for it being on the sidewalk. I'm sorry you don't have 3 whole feet for your fat ass to waddle on. Excuse me. If I have to hear you hog call your grandchildren that tear up my garden, you can deal with a little piss. Fair enough? Let me remind you this is also the same woman who called the landlord over a piece of poop on the sidewalk that was the size of a quarter. I am not exaggerating. This was several months ago, but it was cleaned up as soon as we realized it was even there. Give me an effin' break woman.
As I was leaving, Madison was peeing in the yard. The woman downstairs was coming home, and made a comment about Madison. Something along the lines of "Oh, I guess she finally decided to piss in the yard." Then she rolled her eyes. Look lady. I do the best that I can, and I clean her piss up within reasonable capabilities for it being on the sidewalk. I'm sorry you don't have 3 whole feet for your fat ass to waddle on. Excuse me. If I have to hear you hog call your grandchildren that tear up my garden, you can deal with a little piss. Fair enough? Let me remind you this is also the same woman who called the landlord over a piece of poop on the sidewalk that was the size of a quarter. I am not exaggerating. This was several months ago, but it was cleaned up as soon as we realized it was even there. Give me an effin' break woman.
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