Today, my little sweet 35lb pit bull Pooper got out, got lost and aparently couldn't find his way home. We realized really quick and my husband went after him not even ten minutes later but he couldn't find him. Chino came back to the house to see if Pooper'd returned but he hadn't so we packed up the baby and set out to find him in earnest. Driving around looking for Pooper reminded me so much of looking for Sassy, it was just about too much.
We were only out searching about twenty minutes - and Chino's truck broke down.
The car still isn't fixed so we were stranded, no car, no truck and no way to go and look for our dog. Chino had to be off walking and trying to find another mechanic and parts and things for the truck and so I was in the house watching after the baby. I would have gone out and ran the streets, but when it's 100 degrees and full sun you can't exactly go out prancing around with a baby.
It's almost 10p.m. and we still don't have a vehicle and never got to go looking for Pooper. He still hasn't come home. He's not GOING to come home and I know it.
I managed to get the baby in her stroller and go around a few streets after the sun went down and even more - managed to get myself BIT IN THE LEG by some bastard little yippie-dog a few streets over. Little asshole just ran up and bit me for no good reason and if I hadn't been too busy screaming I would have kicked the shit out of him. I imagine, with my luck, I have rabies now.
I'm just about out of steam. I just, I don't know you know? How much does a person have before they split in two and flip the lid? The scary thing to me is that I feel like I've got a LOT left in me and I wish I didn't . It'd be a lot easier just to go looney toons but aparently my genetic makeup doesn't make that possible. GOOD FOR ME.
I want my family back, I want my friends back, I want my great job back and my home where there are trees and no cartels and no shootings and to be where it's not over 100 degree's four months a year and where our house isn't robbed every three months and there aren't cockroaches the size of rats. I want my cats to be happy again and to have working vehicles and be able to go to a church that speaks English so I can pray for all of these things and today, today I want my dogs back. I want my sweet gentle dogs that are part of my family back in our house and begging for scraps they don't need and knocking over vases and reaking havoc and licking my face.