Do anything. Just don’t LOSE any more points!
Why aren’t there any mad Dog Women? I mean, what have mad Cat Women got that mad Dog Women haven’t!
It’s alright though, SUPER Mad Dog Woman is here! I’ve just applied to foster a dog and if they let me, that’ll mean there are FOUR stinky farting puppies living in my house. One will have been given a reprieve from Pound Death Row, though, so I guess (preparing to hold nose through haze of dog farts) that’ll be worth it.
Here’s the deal. Dogs (and cats) in the dog shelter usually get a fixed time to find a new owner (or their old one). If they don’t, they get the needle. Dog fosterers take on dogs that don’t sell and give them a home until they do. Following the lead of well-known dog lover Cruella De Vil, I’m opening my home to LOTS of lost puppies! (especially ones with black and white spots)
Actually it’s been a pretty doggy weekend. On Sunday I committed an act of the vilest child abuse, which consisted of taking Ms M (WITHOUT asking her first) on the Million Paws Walk.
HER: You mean we have to go to the PARK?
ME: Yes. But there’ll be lots of cute dogs.
HER: But the internet’s expecting me! It’ll be upset!
ME: It’s for a good cause! There’ll be fairy cakes!
HER: Oh. How LONG do we have to go for then?
Since Ms M doesn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 (wakeup calls, not dollars), we were too late for the official WALK beside the lake, BUT we were in time to wander round looking at people with all kinds of dogs, from walking sausages to cows with collars (and also to view a Dog Fancy Dress Competition – not sure just what I think of this poodle though…).
Also, I bought not one but two bumper stickers from MAWA (Medical Advances Without Animals), and also made a donation.
SO, Rose (says my imaginary interviewer, let’s call her Cynical Cyndy), I’m wondering whether life’s actually got better since you started being good?
Well, Cyndi, first of all, thank you SO much for asking! Life’s got so much better since I started being unemployed! (that is, ‘between contracts’) that it’s hard to tell whether being good’s made any difference.
But hang on – I AM pretty happy! I’ve made new blog friends like Blatherbabe, Iamnotshe, Normal Deviations, Sharmishtha Basu, Chris Sheridan, El Guapo and Devil in the Flesh. I’ve met a real-life Sir Galahad (Sir Simon actually), without the Grail obsession or the need to fight people with pointy sticks. I’ve realised that dating is more fun when you play it for laughs. Then of course there’s my fabulously witty daughter and my 17 year old son who STILL wraps his arm around me when we go to the movies! (you can think that’s weird if you like, but it’s not, he’s just sweetly affectionate). And for once I’m not feeling guilty. How good’s that?
By three things the wise person may be known. What three? He sees a shortcoming as it is. When he sees it, he tries to correct it. And when another acknowledges a shortcoming, the wise one forgives it as he should.
Anguttara Nikaya I – 103