Monday, March 8, 2004

Cannibis

I finished reading today.

I think I'll start reading .

Hm. Not much else I wanted to say. . .

(Yes. I'm just having fun posting pictures.)

Hm. . .shall I post my dogs? Sounds good to me.


This is Britney. We mostly just call her "Britty," but we also call her "Britty Sue" or "Sue," or my dad even calls her "Susan." She's a nice, genial dog. Friendly, cordial, all that good stuff. She'll come and lick your legs when you wake up sometimes, and she'll sit there and lick you perpetually if given the chance.

She is very calm-natured and is a very quiet dog. She doesn't mind being picked up, and is just a laid-back, cool little dog.


This is Bunny. We sometimes refer to her as "Bunny Love." Where that owes its conception to I don't know. It's just what we call her.

We also sometimes call her "BG." I'm not sure if it'd actually be said like "Beegee." Perhaps. Or perhaps this came from that one band, who I am not familiar with.

My brother, being the sick, strange kid he is sometimes, goes on Bunny and stradles her, proclaiming, "Ah, ah, ah, I'm doing the Beegees, I'm doing the Beegees. Ah, ah ah, I'm doing the Beegees." My brother mostly does it to get attention; it's always why he does things like that.

"BGs" or "Beegees" has become this funny word for sex to me now. I really find it a funny word for sex, since most people will be like, "What the hell?" if you were to just say it out of nowhere. And it just sounds cool. . .BG. Yeah. "Let's do the BGs."

Bunny Love is the most outgoing of our dogs. She's also our newest. She could still be considered a puppy, I suppose. . . but she's getting older, slowly. She's a Shitzu too, just like Britty Sue. She's also Britty's sister. They're from the same mother, but it's easy to tell Bunny's from a different father (since she has different colored fur).

She likes to play ball, and likes being outdoors. She's as crazy as me sometimes, and her and I get along well. She also likes to lick you, which I believe she got this affinity from Britty, her sister.

Bunny's a great dog too, although she still isn't fully trained in urination and defacation; but that's okay, I don't mind picking up her lozenges every once and a while. No biggie.

Another thing about Bunny. She has this unnaturally long tongue. It's pretty crazy. I should get a picture of her with her tongue out. It's awesome.

You know, when she's panting. It's awesome. The tongue's killer. It's all Gene Simmons-ish (or am I thinking of the wrong member of KISS? Who the hell knows. It's what came to my mind).


This is Buttons, my favorite dog, I guess. I've known her since she was just a puppy.

You see, our first dog, Bitsy, was a Lhapso Apso. She had all white fur. She died about two years ago, so she's no longer with us; we put her to sleep. She needed it, too. She had dermic [skin] problems. She would scratch and scatch her skin.

Bitsy is Button's mother.

When we were living in Monster, Indiana (which is where my brother was born, by the way; I think it's a suitably named town for him), Bitsy, being the horny harlot she was, got it on with the neighbor's terrier.

So, she got pregnant. And thusly, Buttons was born.

She'd (yes, Buttons is a she) be considered a mutt, or a hybrid by some. Whatever. I just say she's an awesome dog. I like the way her fur looks--all brown, multi-colored. I like how she's different than most any dog you'll see.

And I've known her my whole life.

Buttons is a lot like me, I think. Sometimes I wonder if we're interconnected or something. She just seems a lot like me.

She's quiet a lot of the time; I'm quite a lot of the time. She gets annoyed easily and will bite someone; I get annoyed easily (if the time's right) and will yell back possibly, or just walk away.

There's just a lot of things I see of me in her. She also likes to come down in my room at times and lie under my bed, or, lately, on top of my bed.

She's an odd dog, but I'm an odd man too. Sometimes she seems to be shaking, sort of, and I wonder what's wrong with her. I don't know what that's about.

Whenever she pees in the house, or knows she's done something wrong, she'll go downstairs under my bed.

Whenever it thunders, and the booming is all in her ears, she'll go down under my bed. I think most dogs have a fear of thunder myself.

We sometimes call her a different name, too. Besides the easily derived "Butt" there's also others. Mainly one. We say her name like the "u" in "cruton." "Buuuttons." It has a nice sound to it, I think.[ I like it.

About Bitsy. I wonder if Buttons is devastated by her death. I can't really tell. I don't know if she can even understand it.

My dad used to say Buttons is the dumbest dog he's ever seen, since she'd pee in the house all the time, and cower at some odd things. But I always thought she's more intelligent than she lets on, just like I think I'm more intelligent than I sometimes let on.

My mom buried Bitsy at a cemetary someplace. I didn't go because I had never known Bitsy much, and so I wasn't affected by her death.

Bitsy has always been this mean dog after she had had her litter of puppies (we sold all of them except Buttons). She would bite you over almost anything. There were many instances when she'd bite people. Sometimes it was justified, but most times it wasn't. Plus her hearing was bad in the latter part of her life. She was just not nice to be around. Then there's the skin problems she had.

Buttons has some of her mother in her, though. She'll bite at times. When she has a bone, and you walk over and bother her, she'll growl. Unless it's me. She even growls at me sometimes.

My brother also constantly harasses the dogs, too. It's really annoying and mean of him. He doesn't do it to Buttons, since she won't take his crap, but he does it to Bunny and Britty. He seems to really enjoy torturing them too. He seems to do it more often when he's bored.

Whatever the case, I love my dogs. I'll probably have my own whenever I settle down. Marriage is doubtful at this point, and I kind of have this feeling I'll be alone my whole life. I'm just a person that's grown accustomed to being alone. It's what I am most of the time, anyway. We'll see.

I've even said that if Buttons lives long enough, I'll take her to live with me. But Buttons is pretty old. . .I don't know how much longer she's going to last.

I probably won't be sad when she dies, just bitter. Bitter.

Hm. Well, there's some stuff about my dogs. Maybe it was interesting and maybe it wasn't.


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