Last night Fucking Moron came to pick up snow ball and the bird. I'll miss the cat even though it was tearing up my carpet and would not leave my alter alone. I think I'll go to Pier 1 and get a nice photo frame for my picture of Rhiannon. It will be nice to have my alter all back together.
Read Steve's cards for him last night. Talk about a shitty spread, it definitely mirrored what is going on in his life at work right now. He even got the tower card "crossing" him, fuck how I HATE that card!!!
We had also gone for a walk last night with the dogs. Some one across the street had 3 dogs off leash and I'm assuming they were playing ball. Well this one chow mix type dog comes racing across the street, charging us. Jack springs in to "protect" mode and is trying to rip the dog a new ass hole for coming near us. Steve kept kicking at the strange dog while trying to hold Jack back. The mutt finally went away after a few tense minutes. What really pissed me off was the "owner" did not try to come and get the dog. I don't know if it was her dog or not, but it really pisses me off when people don't keep their animals under control. I guess we are going to have to make sure we have our walking stick with us from now on. I was proud of Jack, he still does not have the best control over his back legs because of the MG and here he was getting all bad ass. Not bad for an 11 year old dog.