Tex has been off work a few days, he got teeth pulled for his new dentures. Well today he finely made it back into work. The girls and I didnt talk or make an agreement on it, but it seems we all ignore tex's new smile. Finally he could stand it no more and run around the place pointing at his teeth. look at my teeth, look at my teeth...I couldnt stand it, so said pull them out so we can see them better. That stopped all the pointing for awhile. Before he left work he decided to come to my grooming table to jaw awhile. (As you know from past entries I am not in the mood for this kinda crap at the moment.) He started running on about the pain he was in and how sick he got from the medicines they put him on..THEN he states he now knows what it feels like to have a baby. I could stand no more..do you really think what you felt is compareable to giving birth, he grins knowing he touched a button, I have never cursed anyone, but I stated for everyone to hear that I hope in his next life he was born a woman, and gave birth many times, but I quickly recanted that, not for fear of it actually being a curse, but for the thought of Tex reproducing..ACK!!!! So as it always comes down to..Get the hell away from me tex.
The foul mood I am in is slowly trickling away, still feel like putting on a pout some, but I am leaving the pity stage behind and am entering the planning stage. I am working on my presentation for the Docs next week. Thought the best way to make them jump and pee their pants is ask for more money..lol, they will be thinking of so many ways to turn me down that the other crap will leave thier minds. I did some research and since I have taken over, the kennel has been in the black, which is very good for winter months..so patting myself on the back alittle today washed away some of the Blah mood. Thought I would put that in front of them and then hold my hand out for money....if they get afraid I will go after their wallets they will leave me alone.
Update on the Bassett, she was run over by a car, some road rash and she has a bad case of pnuemonia. I visited her a few times today to let her know I remembered her, and the wag of her tail told me she remembered me. Oh if I only had room to take her in I would..her gentle soul needs a very good home. But seems the Humane society has gotten into it, they asked me to let them take over her bills, the president is very partial to bassetts and she fell in love with her also. I told them I would keep my nose in when it comes to that dog. That didnt seem to bother them any. And I also got them involved in a rescue case. A german shepherd was dumped on the side on the highway. It hasnt left the spot it was dumped in for almost 2 weeks, I havent been able to do much about it because of my job, but they can try all day long to catch him. Poor pitiful animal, faithful, heart-broken, and waiting for his owners to come back. I wish they did come back so someone could boot them in the butt.
Update on the nasty cat in heat. I came in early for work to meet a client. I was back in my room when I heard the bell on the door jingle. Next I hear is OMG, Ann get up here something in wrong with your cat. Well, I already knew what was wrong with her, but didnt want the client to know. So I go up there and Satan is twitching on the floor, looks like a seizure. Which is what the client thinks is happening. I pick up the nasty cat to toss her into the other room. Client says arent you going to take her to the vet, not for what her problem is I tell the lady. So after twenty questions I finally state the obviuos..She is in heat and pleasuring herself in front of you. HUH? Finally the cat is masterbating EEEEWWWHHHH...NASTY CAT...I finally took steps to get her out of heat..wont go into details, but it involved a Q-tip, mineral oil, and two people, but hey it worked.
I have become a palace addict, it is a virtual chatroom, where I dont go to chat. I go to make dolls and avatars. In this chat room you make things to represent you. I have a nice collection of unicorns and my own fairies I made, plus a few other dolls I keep on hand to trade. Well, my son has started to join me in the palace. Let me tell you alittle about my son. He is the pain in the butt you hate in chatrooms. His favorite was to get the nick Willy Wonka, and then private message people did they want to see his everlasting gobstopper, his greast joy was getting booted from a chat. Now he has the palace and the avatars. He has a little monkey that humps other peoples dolls, he has been propgagged so many times it isnt funny, especially to me, because he is under my ip number which means I am propgagged also, so no dolls. Propgag for those who are going HUH??? is a punishment, you cant wear dolls or anything else. But I found a way for him to have his humping monkey fun. He now makes his own room, he makes the rules, and Names it home of the humper-monkey. Enter and get humped. So peace has reached at my computer desk.
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