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calliopes_pen) wrote2008-01-04 05:35 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2008-01-04 05:35 pm
Odd Day
A while back, there was a giant dog that lived down the street. He kept getting lose, and whenever he was near someone he would stare everyone down in a way that said he could take you down with one jump.
I named him Cujo, since he was so creepy. No word what his real name was, but he kept escaping and roaming the neighborhood. He was about eye level with me--I'm 5'2'', just so everyone knows. I don't think I kept everyone up-to-date on that whole thing--I probably just described it toseandc.
Days passed, and the pound was called. The giant dog was taken away.
Months went by, and no need to worry about gigantic dogs going after my cat.
Today, Mom went outside because Toby was howling, and guess who's back? He's thinner, but I would know those scary eyes anywhere. It's Cujo. He had to have broken out of the pound, crossed a highway or two, and made it all the way across town.
Just...that shouldn't even be possible, should it?
Mom has now decided it's safer to carry a wooden baseball bat when she goes to get the mail. And I stand guard near the door with a giant umbrella, just in case.
In other news, I'll work on the banana pudding Doctor Who fanfic tomorrow, followed closely by the Martha and Jack sequel.
Oh, and here's a drabble I took fromsvmadelyn.
Please comment with something you think I should do or try to do in 2008. Big or small, silly or earth-changing.
I named him Cujo, since he was so creepy. No word what his real name was, but he kept escaping and roaming the neighborhood. He was about eye level with me--I'm 5'2'', just so everyone knows. I don't think I kept everyone up-to-date on that whole thing--I probably just described it to
seandc.Days passed, and the pound was called. The giant dog was taken away.
Months went by, and no need to worry about gigantic dogs going after my cat.
Today, Mom went outside because Toby was howling, and guess who's back? He's thinner, but I would know those scary eyes anywhere. It's Cujo. He had to have broken out of the pound, crossed a highway or two, and made it all the way across town.
Just...that shouldn't even be possible, should it?
Mom has now decided it's safer to carry a wooden baseball bat when she goes to get the mail. And I stand guard near the door with a giant umbrella, just in case.
In other news, I'll work on the banana pudding Doctor Who fanfic tomorrow, followed closely by the Martha and Jack sequel.
Oh, and here's a drabble I took from
svmadelyn.Please comment with something you think I should do or try to do in 2008. Big or small, silly or earth-changing.