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*DOGS* -slash- *my sister threw a cup of coffee at those guys!*
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
This morning at around 5, I woke up because there was some kind of dog celebration in my neighborhood. It seemed that every dog in a 5 miles radius was barking it's fucking head off. That included, of course, the Devil Boxer that lives behind my house.

The Devil Boxer is my nemesis. He barks and bark and barks and barks and, if you go near him, wants to rip your fucking throat out. And I just feel really bad for him (are you allowed to feel sorry for your nemesis?). His owner never, ever walks him or spends ANY time with him. Even when he's constantly barking, they do nothing. And he's a boxer, they're normally a friendly dog. Unless of course you neglect them.

Some of you may recall the blog I wrote about the dog that spent a day with me. Rooney. When he was here I bought a box of Milk Bones so he could have some treats. Of course I had some left over, so when Devil Boxer wouldn't stop barking at nothing one day I decided to give him some delicious doggy Milk Bones. It didn't work out because Devil Boxer pretty much only wanted to eat my face and not the Milk Bones.

About 15 minutes after I was rudely jarred out of my deep, deep sleep this morning the dog party died down. EXCEPT for Devil Boxer. He just... wasn't sleepy I guess. And that's probably because he's awake all day and all night waiting for somebody to love him. But he kept me awake until 7, when my alarm went off. Suffice it to say, it's been a miserable day (a rhyme!).

Anyhow, I think I'm going to call the police very soon because I really can't stand Devil Boxer anymore.

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My sister Danni got accepted in Auburn. Yay. On Friday, she had S.O.S. Successfully Orienting Students. She was supposed to be at the student union at 8, but didn't realize that I'd be taking her to a transit stop. So we were, oh I don't know, 2 1/2 minutes late and she just wasn't having it.

The street we were on was Glenn Avenue. The thing about Glenn is if you're headed toward campus, the left lane eventually turns into a LEFT TURN ONLY lane. This is extremely difficult for many people to understand even though it's clearly marked for a long time before it changes. My sister and I were in the left lane, waiting at the stoplight for our green LEFT arrow when we noticed that the car in front of us had turned its blinker on to get in the right lane. Unacceptable. There was a liiiiiiiine of cars in the right lane, and the only way the car in front of us was going to get in that lane was if they waited for our arrow to go away, the right line started moving again, and HOPE that somebody would be nice enough to let them over. So Danni, being the spitfire that she is, got really, really, super duper pissed, grabbed a full cup of coffee, rolled down her window, launched the coffee at the car, and nailed the shit out of it's back windshield. Coffee sprayed into the air like a magical brown tidal wave. It was beautiful. Just beautiful. I think I saw a rainbow. And boy did it scare the living SHIT out of the poor oldies driving. It really made my morning considering it was sometime before 8 and I didn't have to get up until 8:30.

P.S. School sucks.
8 Comments.


Oh poor doggie!
» ikimashokie on 2007-03-14 10:33:47

I'm sure he meant "what's popping", but being myself, I think language like that is pretty stupid. :/

Try throwing him one of those giant cow leg bones?
» ikimashokie on 2007-03-14 11:00:53

Or an old leather shoe you don't want anymore... but that might teach him to bite you or something. o.O

He probably just wants some attention, or hasn't been properly socialized. Poor doggie.
» ikimashokie on 2007-03-14 11:04:24

Hoorah for Danni!

Yeah, you need to call the cops and report the barking. My bf's dog has a loud bark and he tries to keep him quiet because the neighbors complain... so I think you should complain about devil boxer too.
» KkaMA67 on 2007-03-15 12:25:44

Poor doggie.. the owner's evil!! Anyway, a good thing your sister did that, it should teach him a lesson to use his brain.
» Nuttz on 2007-03-15 01:35:31

aww. I don't see it fit for a person to own a dog {or any pet for that matter} if they're just going to neglect it. Devil boxer deserves a propper home.
haha, I can picture someone chucking a cup of coffee at a car. that's kinda funny that it was old people driving.
» LostSoul13 on 2007-03-15 03:19:47

That's why I'm a cat person. ;p
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