Wednesday 6.3.98 1058pHST
This photo is one of the most adorable stills I've taken. If you look at the letratos section of this site you'll find that this is the third picture in which my dog Lyka takes part. She's the one to the right, being rather camera shy. The smaller dog on the left is her sibling Shadow(sibling from another litter, they both have the same parents but were born 3 years apart), who is quite a handful....his size is rather decieving. He's hit the male dog stage....the stage they stay in permanently if you don't chop of his testicles......where he pisses on anything he can lift his leg up on. My mothers house reeks(wreaks?wreeks?) of his manly odoriferous scent conjoined with the smell of potpourri carpet powder and Lysol disinfectant spray. Unfortunately I don't have the heart to take away his manhood.
I've started reading a new book called "Chicken Soup for the Pet Lovers Soul". It's a compilation of various stories from pet lovers about their pets. Don't let the little cover note (With stories written by Barbara Bush and Betty White!) scare you. I love animals, even cats which I'm violently allergic too. During the reading of the first few stories I began to cry hysterically. The first section of the book tells of Love and Pets and the first few of them were of pets dying and the unconditional love they give and recieve. I said I love animals...and I won't be afraid to say I probably like more animals than I do human beings. Case in point. I was watching the movie Volcano(it sucked don't watch it) and I thought the only heart wrenching scene is when the little dog was trapped in this house because of the red hot lava crawling in. I mean there are people being barbequed by flying cannonball lava stones and being run over by lava rivers...and I'm here saying "Oh god don't let the poor dog die". Happily the little pup freed himself from the lava unscaved and leaped into the arms of his overweight owner. My point is I could give a shit about (some) people...its the poor innocent, little love bundles I'm deathly concerned about.....I know I'm not crazy so don't look at me like I am ok? It's a rather good book so far but I hope not all these stories aren't of pets keeling over or it might very well be the most depressing book I've read...ever.
I forgot to mention the person who's sandwiched between Shadow and Lyka. She's my sister Sharon who is presently in Boston. She called me the other night having problems again with her life.....whats new right? She goes on about her roommate stealing some guy she likes from under her nose. What a bitch. That's the least of her problems. I might get struck by lightning by saything this but the seed of it all is the life my sister chooses for herself. Her religion. I find it hard to relate many times because she is in love. In love with Jehovah. God. Her whole life revolves around it. I hate that fact. Sometimes I wish she would just say fuck it and live a normal life. But I can't tell her to do that. I respect what shes done, what she's gone through, stuck it out, and yet keeping her faith in tact. How can people possibly give that kind of devout commitment. I don't understand it. Strength, pain, and endurance is what I see her go through so many times. I reapeat...I DON 'T UNDERSTANT IT!! Sometimes I wish I could whack her head into a solid concrete wall so she snaps out of it. I'll give her this, something a lot of us don't have and need....she has something she belives in with all her heart. And I am proud of her for sticking it through.
This is too fucking sentimental......lets watch some Jerry Springer to make it all better.
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