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People are the best and worst.

Posted on 2017.01.22 at 22:14
Ugh, I have the worst story.

So, the neighbors moved out before school started, on January 3rd, or at least the mom and kids did. The dad was still stopping by occasionally.

When I was in Madison, they sent us a message, "Can you check on the dog in the backyard?" It was supposed to get very cold that night. We said sure. They said, "We'll be by to pick up the dog in a day or two."

The dad did come by that Monday, but he left on Tuesday without the dog. This would have been January 10th or so.

We got more and more concerned about the dog, and eventually our across-the-street neighbor, N, took the dog in. (N has a bunch of other dogs and is semi-famous around Heebieville for being the guy with long dreds who has his pure white pitbulls pulll him on his skateboard all over town.)

The dog is a pure bred Chou. She has heartworm and needs an eye operation. We paid some vet bills. We conceived of cover stories for when the dad showed up and asked about his dog.

More days went by. The dad hadn't showed up. N's parents offered to adopt the dog. We all agreed that was fine. Jammies and I fumed that the neighbors apparently just assumed that the dog would be our problem.

On Saturday - now January 21st - Hawaii and I were at the Women's March in Austin. Jammies was home with the other three. He saw the landlord and some cops, and N, all talking outside the neighbor's house. Jammies went over to see what was going on.

The owner of the house had brought the cops so that he could enter the house, not being sure if the tenants were still around or what. When they opened the door, they found...

...ANOTHER SECRET DOG THAT NONE OF US KNEW ABOUT.  There was a little chihuahua in there, just hanging out, starving to death. They had just left it there.

Jammies and I are so fucking furious. Jammies, more so than I, had really gone to bat for them on the notion that they basically cared about their pets, even if they were shitty neglectful owners.  It's dumb, but I feel almost betrayed. How could they be such shitheads?  Part of me wants to scream at them on Facebook, but what's the use? There is no point. (N currently has the chihuahua and the chou, as we find permanent homes.)

(Remember the pathetic kittens? The five year old informed me, over Christmas break, that the remaining kitten had been given away. That had seemed like evidence that they were responsible enough to re-home a pet that they no longer wanted to take care of.)

....

After that story, I think we all need a palate cleanser:



Ah, cute kids in pussyhats.




Goofballs goof-ballin'.




Feeling better now, thank you.

...

During the puppy drama, Hawaii and I were doing this:



Hawaii's sign has stink lines coming up that didn't photograph well.

I had really felt too lazy and demoralized to bother going to the march. Then I sort of hoped someone would peer pressure me into going. Finally on Friday I faced up to facts: no one was going to peer pressure me into going, so if I actually wanted to go, I should get off my ass.

I rounded up some friends with kids, and we formed a little group of eight.  I wanted to take Pokey originally, but he would have been the oddball sore thumb with the group that ended up going, and so I didn't push it. Pokey himself was torn on attending, as well.



Rounding the corner mid-march, toward the Texas Capitol building. That dude's sign says, "If you mess with my sisters, we'll kick your ass."  I feel like he's not quite there yet, as a feminist.

During the "Her body, her choice!" chant, my friend asked, "Are we saying 'Errbody, her choice?" which makes me laugh every time I think about it.

Afterwards on the south lawn of the capitol, the girls had fun rolling down a grassy hill, and Hawaii's legs broke out in hives:



so I guess she really is allergic to grass after all.

I saw a flat-chested post-mastectomy woman wearing a baggy tanktop that accentuated her scars, and read "Flat chested Nasty Woman." I shrieked and ran over to hug her, and she paused because I was a complete stranger, of course. And then she registered my chest - I skipped the fake boobs for the march - and did a little jig with me, and we took a photo.

Oh I guess I'll share:



(I trust she doesn't mind me posting this.)  My first sighting of another flattie in the wild. I posted the photo to the FB group, of which she is also a member. It was a weirdly intensely emotional kinship for me, for all of a two second meeting.

.....

Classes began. The Trump administration began. Jammies is going out of town this week. Our dryer and our oven and our living room light all finally truly, irreparably, bit the dust.

Now strike a pose.



Well done, you.

Comments:


MisterSmearcase
mistersmearcase at 2017-01-23 04:49 (UTC) (Link)
Um, that is a horrible story and I hope someone calls the cops on them. What they have done is illegal in Texas. I googled. In some states it's a felony.

A post-mastectomy woman (I assume, she had her shirt off and had no nipples, though she had some amount of breast) liked my and D's signs and told us she was in love with us.
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2017-01-30 05:10 (UTC) (Link)
Well, the cop was physically present, courtesy of the landlord, when the chihuahua was discovered. So that much is definitely on the books.

And in hindsight, I wish I hadn't been so cowardly about taking control of their pets.
Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2017-01-23 05:03 (UTC) (Link)

Horrible neighbors

Grr, they're the worst. I'm glad the dogs at least survived.

And you and Hawaii look great! Good for you for marching. I almost marched in Little Rock -- I had a ride arranged -- but I am sick once again.
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2017-01-30 05:11 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Horrible neighbors

Ugh, I'm sorry you're sick! Or were sick. At least there will be ample more opportunities in our brave new hellscape?
(Anonymous) at 2017-01-25 04:33 (UTC) (Link)
There was a nasty breakup of the couple who lived in our current house a couple owners ago. He was a Russian citizen and went back to Russia (without her). When she moved out, she left his dogs in the basement, where they died. The basement sometimes feels haunted to me.

Hawaii's legs look like mine when I visit Louisiana and hang out outside after forgetting to put anti-chigger powder on.

There must be some mechanical epidemic. I hope your TV is vaccinated.

~trumwill
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2017-01-30 05:12 (UTC) (Link)
Oh god, that's awful. The poor dogs.

Chiggers are the worst! I've only gotten them around my waistband and sockline, and really not for a while. It seems like I used to get them not-infrequently. Hmm.
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