dog from HELL

Hoo boy. Well the layout SHOULD have been changed Monday, but blogger was being a butthole and refused to publish itself. How sad. Eh. If I had been less lazy I would have come on to post something before now anyways.

I've now decided that Sara is awesome. That's right, AWESOME!

I think some of my recent confusion stems from... eh, I dunno, it's just one of those "things" I get. I get restless at times and bored, so I idolize people or situations, and it's just a way to get away from the present. Did that make any sense? No, of course it didn't, why do I even ask. At any rate, I've decided that Greg is cool and I'll call him sometime. We should go see a movie. Fahrenheit 911, perhaps?

Speaking of which, I blame my inability to participate in the movie going festivities on the dog we are currently watching over, Buffy (AKA Evildog). Buffy has been quite an annoyance to our family. I've decided that when I get older, I'm getting a cat. Dammit. A cat.

Buffy, oh lovely doggie that she is, has:

• not eaten her food, making us worry
• sat next to me on the couch, making me uncomfortable
• raided my bathroom garbage for - ewness - dirty pads, strewing them about the house and forcing me to pick up the bloody remains and carry them back to the trashcan (ewewewewew... but it gives me much pleasure to gross you, the reader, out similarly)
• pulled the butter off the table and started eating it
• gotten diarrhea
• peed in the house three times in two different places
• farted up a storm in mom's office upstairs
• tried to mount Kasha

Oh goody. Her owner comes to pick her up tomorrow. I can't wait!

Now don't get me wrong, she's a sweet dog and as bad as she is, she's just a dog, she can't help it if she's evil. But still.