Survivor‘s on tonight, woohoo!
I think I need to get a life…
So, the dog is going back to the Humane Society tomorrow. I will say this about it: It was Fred’s decision to get the dog, and it’s his decision to take her back. I think that a part of her behavioral problems stem from being outside alone for a good part of the day, but part of it may very well also be problems that she brought with her. I’ll also say that sitting in front of the computer and hearing Fred yell like that scared the hell out of me.
(This part added on 11/15/02: the dog went back to the Humane Society because she, Fred, and the spud were out back playing, and the dog made a point of running at the spud – who was laying on a blanket – and running OVER her, leaving a gash on the side of her head. It was the last straw, really – Sadie wouldn’t listen to anyone but Fred, and was so unruly and uncontrollable that we really had no choice. Not to mention that I really hated having her outside all the time. Fred can say what he likes, but I don’t think that a dog should be outside all the time.)
Moving on…
You know, there’s just not a lot more to say. I’m going to end the entry here and there probably won’t be an entry tomorrow, because we have tickets to see Nunsense at the local high school. I have no idea what the story is behind the show, but I do know that we all really like the musicals, so it should be an enjoyable show.
Now, if I could only get him to take me to see Les Miz…
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