Money money money
Sunday, 27 April 2008 19:14![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarI checked my bank accounts today and convinced myself I would be okay for one more month, provided I start a new job within a week of this one ending. And only eat what's in my kitchen. This will be a little tough, since I've been eating a lot of fruit and vegetables lately -- not exactly non-perishable goods.
Grady is dehydrated and licking his butt noisily. I put out fresh water for him, so I'm not sure what's going on. I should probably look into getting him a checkup while I can still afford it.
Oh, wait -- he's chewing his foot noisily. Let's hope it doesn't come off or anything.
My neighbor has two black dogs named Elvis and Priscilla. They have all but destroyed her back yard. Every morning at 6 a.m. she lets them out and they bark nonstop. It's because of them that my alarm is set at the ungodly hour it is. I would rather be woken by my alarm clock than dogs barking.
After the WINDACOLYPSE'06 the fence that divides our yards remained damaged for months. In that time it worsened and my neighbor's dogs took great pleasure in wiggling through and jumping over huge gaps to terrorize Grady and generally be a nuisance. She was never available to address this, ever. When I started leaving the gate to my back yard open, her dogs wandered out into the neighborhood she finally addressed it. I probably could have left a note.
The repair on the fence was almost immediate after the first escape. I was so happy -- the workers poured new concrete for the badly damaged posts and filled in the holes her dog had dug under the fence before the windstorm hit. Things were great until today, when I found Grady chattering and hissing out the back door screen at Priscilla.
Priscilla?!! What the hell is she doing in my yard? I stormed out and was going to grab her by the collar and take her over to her owner's front door, but she crawled back under the fence through the hole she had dug, right where the last one was, only deeper. I was not happy. I filled the hole with some garden liner and straw that have been in that corner since we moved in and plugged the hole right over her barking, snarling snout. I then dropped a concrete slab on it (the hole, not the snout). There are a lot of concrete slabs along the bottom of that fence -- these dogs have been unruly for a very long time -- and each one of them covers a gap created by Elvis and Priscilla.
I really can't afford to hire someone to fill in gaps under the fence in such a way my neighbor's dogs can't dig them up again. I'll have to do some research and fill them myself. This will be tricky, because the only time the dogs aren't outside is at night. They're always, always out. And barking. Non. Fucking. Stop.
I'll have to fix the gaps myself with some mesh and concrete, but dammit... I was so incredibly unhappy to see that dog in my yard. I have a hard enough time affording upkeep without dogs contributing to the problem.
To cure my unhappiness over eating and drinking too much this weekend I went into destructive exercise mode. It's amazing what one can do with just bodyweight and a good resistance band. I exercised throughout the television-edit version of Miss Congeniality, and then I walked to the grocery for light bulbs. My entire body has been punished. It feels great.
Grady is dehydrated and licking his butt noisily. I put out fresh water for him, so I'm not sure what's going on. I should probably look into getting him a checkup while I can still afford it.
Oh, wait -- he's chewing his foot noisily. Let's hope it doesn't come off or anything.
My neighbor has two black dogs named Elvis and Priscilla. They have all but destroyed her back yard. Every morning at 6 a.m. she lets them out and they bark nonstop. It's because of them that my alarm is set at the ungodly hour it is. I would rather be woken by my alarm clock than dogs barking.
After the WINDACOLYPSE'06 the fence that divides our yards remained damaged for months. In that time it worsened and my neighbor's dogs took great pleasure in wiggling through and jumping over huge gaps to terrorize Grady and generally be a nuisance. She was never available to address this, ever. When I started leaving the gate to my back yard open, her dogs wandered out into the neighborhood she finally addressed it. I probably could have left a note.
The repair on the fence was almost immediate after the first escape. I was so happy -- the workers poured new concrete for the badly damaged posts and filled in the holes her dog had dug under the fence before the windstorm hit. Things were great until today, when I found Grady chattering and hissing out the back door screen at Priscilla.
Priscilla?!! What the hell is she doing in my yard? I stormed out and was going to grab her by the collar and take her over to her owner's front door, but she crawled back under the fence through the hole she had dug, right where the last one was, only deeper. I was not happy. I filled the hole with some garden liner and straw that have been in that corner since we moved in and plugged the hole right over her barking, snarling snout. I then dropped a concrete slab on it (the hole, not the snout). There are a lot of concrete slabs along the bottom of that fence -- these dogs have been unruly for a very long time -- and each one of them covers a gap created by Elvis and Priscilla.
I really can't afford to hire someone to fill in gaps under the fence in such a way my neighbor's dogs can't dig them up again. I'll have to do some research and fill them myself. This will be tricky, because the only time the dogs aren't outside is at night. They're always, always out. And barking. Non. Fucking. Stop.
I'll have to fix the gaps myself with some mesh and concrete, but dammit... I was so incredibly unhappy to see that dog in my yard. I have a hard enough time affording upkeep without dogs contributing to the problem.
To cure my unhappiness over eating and drinking too much this weekend I went into destructive exercise mode. It's amazing what one can do with just bodyweight and a good resistance band. I exercised throughout the television-edit version of Miss Congeniality, and then I walked to the grocery for light bulbs. My entire body has been punished. It feels great.
