I can't quit you.

Jane says, "why don't you just quit your blog?"
Well, Jane, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?
Here. Here is another blog update. Funny links and videos. Come on...you love it.

Bible-based Marriage. Take notes, this is history lesson, ya'll:


Is this story for real? Buck up, ol' lady. Drink some milk, stop sobbing.

BRANGIE IS DEAD???

I love some of the comments on this story: "Another individual obsessed with Teh Gay." "Marcarvage is a big closet case. It's been said he goes to more gay events than any gay man." ha ha.

and last but not least, Puddin's kin has been located, and his name is Elvis.


How was that Jane? Good enough?
bye.

back from the flu bed

(see monster link for artist info)

finally. that was a killer flu. eegads. anyway, moving on.

We made another offer on a home. A green craftsman. Really, really nice on a cute street. Our chances on winning the bid? Um, probably 76 to 1. Wish us luck.

things I'm seeing today:

Cool monstery kind of creatures!

Another missing girl. A trailer. A teenage babysitter/girlfriend. AND 44 registered sexual offenders who live within a five-mile radius?? WHAT?

I hope Gavin squashes this beotch.

I love dolphins (almost as much as I love sharks). Here's a story of dolphin friends that warms the heart. Get better soon, little guy!

I think it's funny that this story has been on sfgate's homepage for 2 days. So, of course I had to go watch video from the Wife Swap episode. It's true, the dude's a douche.

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE is no joke.

I want to be rich, but not this badly.

Look at these photos! Little pittie pumpkin faces!

Gotta run. we have a 1:00 meeting today. WHO SCHEDULES A 1:00 MEETING?

Go Po, go Po!

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

this is for everyone who has ever asked "are you going to breed her?"

Sometimes things make no sense, and that's especially true when it comes to the decisions made at the shelter at which I volunteer. I don't run the place, and I try my best to focus on what I am there for...making the dogs' lives a little bit better for that moment...but sometimes decisions are made that I don't agree with.

Princess came into the shelter on a SNAFF violation. She was heavily pregnant, and was taken away from her owner, along with an unneutered male, because they weren't fixed. It is SF law that a pitbull has to be fixed...and I actually agree with this law. I'm sick of people breeding dogs for their own greedy purposes. And, guess what happens to the puppies when stupid people don't know how to take care of them/abuse them/dump them, etc? That's right...they end up at the pound, are labeled "high risk dogs" (something I think the shelter is not handling correctly), and are passed up repeatedly by potential adopters for cute, little fluffy dogs. (There are several pits in the shelter right now that have been there for months.)

Anyway, Princess had her puppies. Good news, right? Well, no. Someone in the shelter decided that the puppies would be...I don't know for sure...unadoptable, I guess. I believe that the decision was made due to the money needed to care for these puppies through their babyhood, into their "available" age. If I'm wrong, please prove me wrong. This is just my opinion.

So, the puppies were put to sleep. Princess was not. I don't know what is going to happen to her...will she be returned to her owners after she is fixed? I hope not, look how they treated her to begin with. Will she be rescued by a rescue group? I hope so. She is the sweetest girl I have ever met. She crawled into my lap and wouldn't leave my side the entire time we spent together. Will she be put into the "availables" to sit next to Huggies and BabyFace, hoping that someone will see past their reputation and "higher risk dog" warning?

But, how cruel...how terribly cruel, to take away her puppies. She is heavy with milk, and was looking for her babies.

So, if you think it's okay to breed your dog, remember that 6 babies were put to death because they were pitbulls. Six babies were deemed unwanted, right from the start.

The next person who asks me about Puddin: "are you going to breed her?" I may punch you in the nose, really really hard.

Six times.

"pitbull palin" and other bad news

The headlines today were about as lame as the day itself. Don't get me started, because I didn't like today and had a hard time mustering the CARE gene at work.
This is what I saw today:







is it any wonder I feel depressed? And to top it off, one of my favorite shelter dogs is back behind bars (let's hope she is taken away from her insane, cruel owner for good), they were out of coffee at my work cafe at 3:30, I had to talk about copy at 4:55 pm, Intervention is a repeat tonight and Puddin' has really bad gas.

sigh.

Here's to drinking beer at 7:00 in pajamas and saying goodnight to the bad day. Goodnight!

when the dog bites, when the bee stings

Today I am going out of my way to find things that make me happy. I know, weird, huh? Well, I've been a little stressed out lately (more on that later) so, I thought this would be a good exercise in positive thinking. okay, go:

mohawk turtle!



Free at last turtle.


Deer/dog friends.



if my dogs were puppies.



hungry shark.


dog art.


little dogs.


big dogs.


and of course...my dogs.