Ok, ok, so it's Halloween, but instead of carving in pumpkins and dressing up as half-eaten corpse I'm busy with dog walking a chicken sized bitch. I saw her yesterday in the newspaper and thought: what a pretty, little thing!Next thing I know, my Aunt makes a call to the animal shelter ( she knows everybody there ) and ask around. Few hours later, Bitch Is In Da House! Today I can say for certain, she's jealous as hell- won't let anyone touch me. Also every unknown sound (every sound, that is) makes her nervous and all shaken up. Also every human being is in her eyes a possible threat. So my question is-what kind of sick bastards, miserable lowlifes, dickheads and fucks she'd been encountering throughout her life?! I seriously hope that soon she'll come to her senses, at least as it comes to accepting my Aunt. It's like with a infant-can't leave it for a moment. I was always dreaming of a clever little dog I can take everywhere. Don't suppose I could take her to a bus, at least not anytime soon. I'd end up with a lot of trouble. BDW- Tora, the english bulldog sat on her today, so there was a lot of high pitched wining. I think it was just an act, a lot of exaggeration...
We'll see. If it wasn't for me, poor bitch would be now out in the cold and mist, as woman who was her foster, couldn't stand her anymore (it was the husband who took this little thing from the shelter a year ago. Unfortunately he ceased to be, and his wife, well, she's a stupid tart). There is a hard work ahead of me! And I need some breathing space, for goodness sake-she's after me wherever I go. And keeps staring into my eyes.
Phew...
Decided to name her Perkele, as I'm obviously obessed with this word, AND my dear Boyfriend suggested it, so I guess it's done.
Besides-extremely gloomy day. Woke up far too early for my liking.
Unexpected visit from O.- I call it MMS.
Ps. watched some stuff about making jewelry out of silver and copper. Piece of cake.
And as it is Halloween after all, here is little accent:
One of the Keaton's best characters! Love that guy.
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