Oh, for fuck's sake. I took the dogs out and discovered piss all over the floor in the downstairs stairwell. What the everloving fuck?

I don't know if it was Sloppy Drunk Guy in the flat next door but one, the GSD puppy having a bad housetraining day or what, but I do know it was semi-dried, which means whoever was responsible had left it there at least an hour or so without any attempt at cleaning up.

Rang the Council's "Antisocial Behaviour Officer" (we actually have one of those!) and left a grumpy message on their answerphone, more to forestall anyone thinking it might have been my dogs than in the belief they can actually do anything about it. I've no fucking intention of cleaning that up myself.

In other news, the futon collapsed for good when I lay on it last night - the heavy mesh panel that goes under the cushion part detached completely from the frame and basically dumped me and Squish on the floor. Buggerfuckpisswank. Luckily, I had a moment of inspiration and remembered the stack of carpet tiles someone gave me when I first moved in. They're scratchy, bile-coloured and nasty and the only use I've had for them so far has been to put them underneath things like dogcrates to avoid buggering the lino, but a stack of them underneath the futon proved to be the absolute perfect solution. I R SMRT!
Oh, for fuck's sake. I took the dogs out and discovered piss all over the floor in the downstairs stairwell. What the everloving fuck?

I don't know if it was Sloppy Drunk Guy in the flat next door but one, the GSD puppy having a bad housetraining day or what, but I do know it was semi-dried, which means whoever was responsible had left it there at least an hour or so without any attempt at cleaning up.

Rang the Council's "Antisocial Behaviour Officer" (we actually have one of those!) and left a grumpy message on their answerphone, more to forestall anyone thinking it might have been my dogs than in the belief they can actually do anything about it. I've no fucking intention of cleaning that up myself.

In other news, the futon collapsed for good when I lay on it last night - the heavy mesh panel that goes under the cushion part detached completely from the frame and basically dumped me and Squish on the floor. Buggerfuckpisswank. Luckily, I had a moment of inspiration and remembered the stack of carpet tiles someone gave me when I first moved in. They're scratchy, bile-coloured and nasty and the only use I've had for them so far has been to put them underneath things like dogcrates to avoid buggering the lino, but a stack of them underneath the futon proved to be the absolute perfect solution. I R SMRT!
Agh, I hate doing this to people, but seeing this has me in floods of tears here.

Limerick Animal Welfare - Cruelty Cases

Can any of you afford to give them something?

I can't. I can barely feed the ones I have here, the lives that by the grace of [higher power of your choice] have never gone through anything like this.

They could have done, so easily. The gypsies that sold Squish could have sold him to anyone. they could have failed to sell him and dumped him somewhere. The family they sold him to could have refused to give him to Dave who gave him to me. Cassie's owners could have decided not to bother bringing her here and just shut her outside. Spike's owners could have decided against taking the trouble to drop him off at the Dogs Trust.

I'm not saying I feel I've done enough. I'm just saying I've done all I can. If anyone reading this can do any more, I'll be so happy.
Agh, I hate doing this to people, but seeing this has me in floods of tears here.

Limerick Animal Welfare - Cruelty Cases

Can any of you afford to give them something?

I can't. I can barely feed the ones I have here, the lives that by the grace of [higher power of your choice] have never gone through anything like this.

They could have done, so easily. The gypsies that sold Squish could have sold him to anyone. they could have failed to sell him and dumped him somewhere. The family they sold him to could have refused to give him to Dave who gave him to me. Cassie's owners could have decided not to bother bringing her here and just shut her outside. Spike's owners could have decided against taking the trouble to drop him off at the Dogs Trust.

I'm not saying I feel I've done enough. I'm just saying I've done all I can. If anyone reading this can do any more, I'll be so happy.
lizblackdog: (Spike: Rolleyes)
( Sep. 20th, 2006 04:06 pm)
Arrrgh fuckbugger wankmonkey fucking bastard collie, he just nearly put my fucking eye out. Ow ow ow fucking OWWWW.

It's 4pm and the piss is still in the hallway. I've had a moderately satisfying rant with three of the neighbours though, so I feel a bit better about it. I'm still not fucking cleaning it up.

A weird thing: On the way out, we went through the back door to avoid the piss. On the way back in, Spike dug his heels in and refused to walk past it. It's hard to be certain - it's such an unfamiliar look for Captain Sharkface - but I think he actually looked scared. When I got him he was ten months old and he's never made a housetraining error in the whole time I've known him (except once when a strange dog came to visit one of the neighbours and marked in the stairwell, and then he only leaked two drops) It makes me wonder if he has some deeply-buried memories of housetraining angst he hasn't told me about. I do think some of his initial training was done the, er, old-fashioned way. He gets quite upset at rolled-up newspapers as well.

And - because I really needed one more thing to make my life annoying today - my Internet connection keeps randomly cutting out. Very Very Annoying.
lizblackdog: (Spike: Rolleyes)
( Sep. 20th, 2006 04:06 pm)
Arrrgh fuckbugger wankmonkey fucking bastard collie, he just nearly put my fucking eye out. Ow ow ow fucking OWWWW.

It's 4pm and the piss is still in the hallway. I've had a moderately satisfying rant with three of the neighbours though, so I feel a bit better about it. I'm still not fucking cleaning it up.

A weird thing: On the way out, we went through the back door to avoid the piss. On the way back in, Spike dug his heels in and refused to walk past it. It's hard to be certain - it's such an unfamiliar look for Captain Sharkface - but I think he actually looked scared. When I got him he was ten months old and he's never made a housetraining error in the whole time I've known him (except once when a strange dog came to visit one of the neighbours and marked in the stairwell, and then he only leaked two drops) It makes me wonder if he has some deeply-buried memories of housetraining angst he hasn't told me about. I do think some of his initial training was done the, er, old-fashioned way. He gets quite upset at rolled-up newspapers as well.

And - because I really needed one more thing to make my life annoying today - my Internet connection keeps randomly cutting out. Very Very Annoying.
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