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scrawls

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17.3.05

puppy (NOT mine).

i'm dogsitting for T - which is fine. his first dog, George, is extraordinarily well behaved - he doesn't jump, he doesn't rush out the door, he can amuse himself with a tennis ball for extended periods of time. George is a pit bull-something mix and is friendly and happy and the sort of dog that wags his entire butt. And is over the moon every time i come over to play, when he's met me maybe three, four times before, and none of the people in his house are home. T's second dog, the puppy, which i believe is called Max, is still very small. Like small enough for George - the big ol lock-jawing pit - to attempt mothering and picking up by the back of his neck. it's hilarious to watch. George is - or was - a boy dog. but he's sheeping this little scruffy thing around and trying to pick it up and it's all very cute. so. cute small fuzzy good. but. T's roommate's dog, Lobo, is, sort of, he said they think he's retarded. i hate when people don't discipline their dogs. in petco there are books on "you know your dog owns you if" and in line, there are people that go - oh that's you! you have newspapers everywhere! and well of course i have leash burns on my hands and doesn't everyone think it's normal to have paw prints on your chest at work? and there was this tiny akita - six weeks old - and these awful college kids bring it in and it's shivering on the floor, it's terrified, it wants its fucking mommy you assholes, hold it, comfort the poor thing, but they're not, and that dog is going to be nothing but trouble when it grows up. Nothing. but. trouble. so. T's roommate's dog is an outdoor dog because - get this - it's not housetrained. it's, like, four, and they've had it for ages, and it's not housetrained. ok. i understand accidents - you leave a dog alone in a room for hours on end, it's gonna have to go - but to have the door to the yard open, to have that access, and he pees on the floor. On the carpet. And T says, well, it's that roommate's house, it's her dog, he pees on the floor, don't go barefoot. and i don't know how it's her house - if her parents cosigned or something - but she's not gonna get asking price later for a house that stinks of dog piss. Plus she has to live there. and i could not. nonononono.

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