thought i’d type a bunch a bullshit about what’s going on in my life
work is okay... school season is back so the summer hell is finally over for us. not including the occasional holidays like labor day and shit like that. weekends too for football season. but other than that it’s okay. sometimes i feel like i’m one of the few people in the kennel that truly tries to make the dogs feel comfortable. not just by giving them the good blankets and fluffies and beds, but also greeting everyone, encouraging them they’re okay and shit like that. i talk to all the dogs lol. people probably hate working with me because i do give extra bedding to most of the dogs (since we’re not as busy and have more bedding available). i let A LOT of the dogs out in the yard for playtimes that clearly need em. like super hyper dogs, dogs that don’t potty in their run, shit like that.
anyway i leave work feeling better even though we get out later. on weekends and shit lol. it’s like bitch i’m coming in for like a 2 hour shift i’mma fuckin milk this shit. why not.
i am moving into a house with ryan and alan on august 31st. i’m so excited! it’s such a cute house, pretty nice too for what we’re paying. love the area as well. we have a really nice kitchen, and wrap around back deck with a huuuge backyard that is fenced in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111. kinda funny story how we ended up getting approved for it though lol. this house was listed on the internet but the realty company had it listed as no pets. we called and said i just had a cat and said she was mostly outdoors blah blah blah. and they were like nah it’s not our call, it’s up to the homeowner. so recently, my best fucking friend ashley... my next door neighbor since i was 7. well her mother passed away from brain cancer recently. so sad man. she didn’t drink, smoke, even curse, SHE DIDN’T EVEN USE THE DISHWASHER.. always hand washed. maybe i’ll get into that another time. it’s so fucking sad man. anyway, the other week i was over at ashley’s house to shower and chill. and jimmy was there too for his mom’s funeral. he works in oregon doing something idfk. he told me about the accessor’s website or whatever on government websites. we looked at it, typed in the address of the house i wanted to rent, and found the homeowner’s name. ryan googles it and finds this person’s house number. it took me like 2 days to work up the courage to call them lol. left a voicemail and sounded dumb as fuck. the next day at work i happened to have my phone on me and happened to answer the unknown number calling me and it was the homeowner! very nice old southern dude. i reassured him about my cat and how she doesn’t chew on walls or piss on anything. he told me about his property next door that he rented out which was ruined by cats. but i told him i also worked at the vet (and he’s actually a client with us!) so that put him at ease and approved me!
SO YEA MOTHA FUCKA I RULE. but jimmy really helped me.
me and ryan are doing good as usual. last night he drunkenly walked from empire to about firehouse on celenease and fucking got in the car with a stranger for a ride home. what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck crazy. whose mans is this.
i wanted to write more crap earlier but idk now i’m just brain dead..
at least the weather has been decent :)
