Entry #666036, added on 09-01-09 @ 3:27 pm EDT
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My exercise and Kitty's outdoors time were just interrupted by the arrival of a large gangly black Lab puppy. I came around the corner of the house to find both of them in the side yard greeting each other. Ugh. ;_; The puppy gamboled around me spastically while Cozbug just fluffed like a Halloween cat; when the dog got too near him, he hissed and slapped it across the face so it yelped, and there was even drool dripping from his--Coz's, I mean--mouth. Scary. I tried to separate the two and distract the puppy and tell Coz to run for the porch, but he ran for a tree instead and climbed a quarter up it, and so I tried to coax the puppy toward the porch instead, but it ran for the tree and Coz then climbed halfway up. ;_; I finally got the puppy's attention enough to get it over to the porch where I locked it and then went to coax Coz back down if I could since he was so very high up. I was afraid he might not come down, but he started clawing his way back to the bottom and ran for the back porch door, but that was where the puppy was contained and I had to get him to the front porch instead. By the time I reached him he had started to climb the tree in the concrete circle. ;_; I plucked him off, murmuring reassuring words as I carried him down the driveway to the front porch, only to realize that my feet were TERRIBLY wet and I wasn't sweating THAT bad--Coz had just peed all over me! ;_; Ugh. I managed to deposit him inside the house, then went back around to the back porch to let out the puppy, it's a wonder it didn't piddle all over my jacket. I stood outside with it a few moments trying to coax it to leave and go back wherever it came from but it was just getting more and more rambunctious, just gnawing like crazy on my hand. Seriously, I wonder if it was trying to pull me back where it came from like Lassie taking Timmy somewhere or something. It just would not let go of my hand. I'm used to being gnawed on by dogs, I don't mind, but it was starting to hurt and I was worrying that the dog would start to get violent--who knows, I haven't a clue what this dog is like--so I started trying to make my way back toward the porch, the dog gnawing on me all the way. I wonder if anyone was watching us, this poor girl with this dog attached to her hand, just saying over and over again, "Yes, that's pee. That's your fault. Okay, not so hard. Bad dog. Bad dog has to go back where it came from. Yes, that's my cat's pee. That's your fault."
"If I throw a stick, will you leave?" I asked it as I neared the door, since it was honestly not letting up. I picked up the nearest twig and tossed it, which distracted the puppy enough for me to reach the porch and shut the door. It came back and looked in at me with its ears pricked and such huge disappointed eyes. I cracked the door to tell it it was nothing personal and it had to go back where it came from so I could see to my poor cat, go on, be a good doggy, bye-bye. Even after I shut the door and started up the steps, I heard it launch itself at it with a thud. Ugh. ;_;
Inside Kitty was still poofed up and quite unhappy and I seriously had to change my clothes. Cripes, it's not even the middle of the week yet and I have to change into my other set of houseclothes. Honestly, Kitty. Peeing all over me like that. WTF. I didn't even get to finish my exercise, I still had like seven minutes left.  I'm sure all this gamboling about with the puppy used up about as much energy, but still, I'm just anal that way. I have a timer and everything. But I wasn't about to go back out and face Happy Psycho Handchewing Puppy again. *sigh*
After changing I petted the Cheesebug to calm him down and gave him some treats, don't know if he's touched them yet, he's back to normal by now at least. Not so my clothes, I've had to set them on the hamper; as if I haven't been smelling pee enough lately what with my own issues, now I have to smell his. Ugh. Washed my mangled hand, which is covered with dog teeth welts and even a few scratches; put some alcohol on it for good measure since we haven't anything else. Went back outside to peek around and see if Happy Psycho Puppy was still around, he wasn't. Good. Hope he went back home. Stupid f**king pet owners who can't keep watch of their pets, what if he ran out in traffic or met up with somebody not so willing to let their hand get mangled by a happy psycho puppy? What if their dog hadn't been so friendly and had attacked my cat? Granted, I could and should keep a better eye on my own pet as he was wandering about our yard, but I was only around the corner, and the owners of this dog, whoever they are, aren't anywhere in sight. I'm trying to think, I don't believe he even had a collar or tags. Just this gangly black Lab with a white foot. I seem to recall us seeing a similar dog wandering about before so he probably lives nearby and went safely back home, but still. We're right on a highway and at a junction of roads. It's all too easy for him to get killed. Why even have a dog if you won't keep an eye on him.
I'm starting to feel depressed again...that's why I haven't been journaling, this medical issue has become so problematic that it's overshadowing everything else and I'm losing all interest in doing anything. It hasn't been so bad the past few days, but the other day I spent seven hours in and out of the bathroom and lost as many cups of fluid within the same period of time, and today's looking like the same as it's been acting up since around 10:30 AM and is still bothering me. It'll let up and let me think it's done, then it'll come back fifteen minutes later. I missed going to the powwow because I can't tell when I'll need a bathroom or not, and that pretty much shoots down any chances of going to the island or anywhere else again... -_-
Oh CRUD! I just saw the Animal Control van go by...I saw it go by earlier this morning but paid it no attention...and as it passed there were yapping puppy sounds coming from it!  The poor thing...I hope its owners manage to get it in time. Stupid f**king owners. Jeez I hope it doesn't have a disease.
Have to go now, not proofed, tar.
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