Bunch 'O Nothin'

I'm not a doggy blogger, I swear, but these furry ponies are just taking up more and more of my time! I came home Friday to see that 3 leash-law tickets had been tucked in my back door (not that back door) by the dog catcher. Dammit, they're not my dogs! As I walk upstairs I then noticed a note taped to the front door, which was from my neighbor across the street who is complaining that they have been tearing up her newspapers. "Yeah lady, I know they have been b/c I have to pick up your shredded newspaper off my lawn every day, oh and did I mention that THEY'RE NOT MY DOGS!" The next morning I went to her house to explain this to her, but she wouldn't open the door (I heard her in there!), so I too had to tape a note to her door. (As an aside, I hate passive aggressive note writing.) Anyway, I left her my number and she called to tell me that she was calling the pound. Whew! Good thing too, I just ran out of dog food (for those dogs, which are NOT MINE!) I'm hoping that aiding and abetting are not a form of ownership, but intuition tells me I should just keep that information on the d.l. when I attempt dispel my culpability for the tickets.

I feel kind of bad about this change of heart but apparently they are retrievers (the dog catcher so named them, and I figure he'd know), so I'm hoping they'll get adopted. Plus, they woke me up at 4am on Saturday, along w/the rest of the neighborhood. When I finally gave up and went outside to quiet them, they actually freakin' listened to me and stopped barking. Hmmm, wonder why the neighbors think that theyre mine.. Geez, I'm already the only Hispanic on the block, now I have to be the obnoxiously insensitive dog lady?! AND I don't hand out candy on Halloween?! I'm sure the neighborhood association meetings (which I don't attend) are now all about me. But my own dog is really suffering because of these interlopers. She can't use the bathroom in her own yard. This weekend I had to stop by my grandma's house just so she could do her business. And they've now taken to leaving me gifts on the side of the yard. I've found one cow hoof, an animal head, and some sort of joint bone so far. Each day I go outside to find what new sweet nothing my psycho canine "boyfriends" have brought me.

Onto the weekend: Friday was very low key. I cleaned up my house that evening in anticipation of sleeping in very late Saturday; I had been wanting to shake off this hazy under-the-weather feeling that has been following me around during late registration. That didn't happen thanks to my furry friends, so I was up and about by 6am, had already done my shopping by 9am, and was on my way to decorating my first bulletin board for the Sunday school kick-off. By the time I got home around 1:30 I decided that I wanted to do something, so I enlisted the help of one cousin, and by 5:45 I was on my way to SA to see Beerfest at the Alamo Drafthouse. Although I do believe the fact that I was drinking beer enhanced the experience, I give the movie a solid A rating.

The next day I went to my first ever dim sum restaurant. Little tip: if you are trying foods you have never tried before, and these new textures and tastes will serve as an epicurean adventure, do NOT drink copious amounts of alcohol the night before. This will make everything look like dog barf wrapped in terry cloth. I cannot even remember the last time I threw up, but I can tell you the last time I really really wanted to yak, and that was on Sunday. Of course, 4 hours later I was really craving some of that spongy dog barf stuff. I'm hoping my cousin's boyfriend, who is Chinese, will give me another shot and take us to a dim sum place soon.

Lastly, I spent a lazy Sunday afternoon with the folks. The paper was read, mom relayed her adventures in Harlingen, Dad and I made some green goddess dressing from scratch, and we all had a nice salad for dinner. Just like the Cosbys. Awwww.... Oh, and I got called out on my sprained ankle, which is doing well (not that anyone asked!), because the swelling went down and my Dad noticed that the "cankle" went away and my ankle is back to normal, so I should be able to resume my Stairmaster duties shortly. Pttthhhh.