Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
While I was blabbing my ass off on here last night, I totally forgot about the puppy. The other day Alice and I were on our way home from running errands and saw this cute little puppy crossing the road. I wanted to pick it up, but I really have no place for a puppy. Our yard isn't fenced in. If I tried to put him inside, Tigger would probably try to kill it. Alice could not take it b/c she just got a puppy like 2 weeks ago. I honked at him until he ran into the bushes which led to a lot of land hoping that he'd run up in there and find a family. I was coming home Sunday and saw that the little baby had been hit by a car. He apparantly turned around and ran back into the road. I just feel like shit. I feel like if I would have picked him up and found a home for him that he wouldn't be dead. Talk about a guilty conscience. I feel like total shit!!! Oh, the best part is that I get to pass by him every time I leave the house. Someone needs to pick him up and give him a proper burial. Aren't there like dead animal picker uppers that get paid to do that shit?
Well, I'm off to watch the rest of Ellen and get ready for work. Later!
Scoop the Poop...ASAP!!!