I’m pulling a late night tonight, but not by choice. New work schedule, and I’m about to die. I’ve been tired since about 10, but the adrenaline of being at work alone (and kind of creeped out by being so alone with the eerie silence) is keeping me from taking a cat nap. LOL
So, what better thing to do than to xanga? BUT, there isn’t a single coherent sentence, please be quick to show mercy.
Last night, the vicious, mean, monster-sized Boxer dog jumped the fence between our neighbor’s and our yard. It’s a well known fact between Michael and I that I’m terrified of this dog. Buster is his name. Thankfully, Michael was the only one in the yard at the time that the dog JUMPED the fence and headed straight towards Michael, barking furociously. Michael had nothing to do, but took a step towards the dog. Thankfully, this scared the dog and he didn’t bite (Guess his Bark IS bigger than its Bite)… But that’s something you don’t want to mess with. Had it been me, I would have run, and probably not be typing this today 
. Michael drove around the neighborhood to their house while I pulled down the window to check out the activity. THE DOG WAS BARKING AT ME INSIDE OF MY OWN HOUSE AND WOULDN’T LET UP!
Side note: It’s a good thing that my husband is so patient.
He went to the people’s house while the man was simultaneuosly leaving to come to ours to get his dog. He saw Michael and thought Michael was wanting a fight and started back inside his house… Michael patiently explained that if Zippy had been in the back yard, he would be dead, and something needs to be done…great opportunity to follow Jesus’ example of mercy that he had preached about on Sunday. 
Of course the guy feels bad, but hopefully something will be done to resolve the situation so I don’t pee my pants when I hear that dog’s bark–EVERY TIME (maybe not THAT drastic, but I sure do get scared!).
In other news, I took my animals Zippy and Krenzel (the vet can’t get it right and thinks it’s Kernzel) to the vet today. My cat was awful, the vet and techs didn’t even take him out of his cage! They unscrewed the cage, pulled off the top, threw a blanket over him, and gave him 2 shots. Then really quickly put the cage back together. I apologized profusely for my wayward, but loveable cat. He is awful! Lesson learned for trying to domesticate a barn cat. This action by the vet and techs didn’t keep the cat from growling, groaning, hissing, and batting at the employees in the cage. Sigh
Good Morning, all! I’m off!
