Our Backpacking Trips

so i was browsing through the pasadena scpa humane society website last night. EVERYONE knows i want a pet: a dog, a cat, a wabbit, an elephant, a polar bear… ect, the list goes on. i had my sights set on this foster homed dog named napoleon, but when i looked him up again on the petco adoption website he was already unlisted. so i’m assuming he found a home already, the first time i saw him was last summer, so its almost been a year. i’m not going to contribute to the “puppy mills” that feeds into the local pet shops. those mills are HORRIBLE. yesterday after class, me and my headed over to home depot to buy a washer (since ours is completely dead). we were stopped at a red light when this little dog started to cross the road. he was in the middle of crossing the road when the light turned green. he was right in front of the mini van next to my car, the stupid bitch mini van honked at the little dog THEN RAN HIM OVER. oh my fucking god, i started yelling in my car and scared the living daylights outta my dad, he thought a person got ran over but didnt see anyone around. after the mini van went over the dog, the dog wasnt dead… he was alive!! his front legs were injured and couldnt get up. so he was stuck in the intersection unable to get to the side walk. i told my dad to stop the car so i can rescue the dog!! but he said i’m crazy, i’m gonna get hit by a car in the process of rescuing an injured dog. this happened on hacienda bl right before the 60e fwy entrance around 2pm in the afternoon, so there are a lot of cars. this incident left me so sad and depressed, poor dog. after we bought the washer… on the way back home, as we passed where the accident happened… i see a lifeless body. at least the poor dog isnt suffering. later that night… i went to the gym, same direction, same street. i see the lifeless body. but it doesnt look like a body anymore, it looks like a mass of bloody fur. this morning on the way to school… it was just a mass of smashed fur on the road. what makes all this even worse, is that i saw a collar on the little dog… HE WAS ONCE SOMEONES PET! *sigh*

i’ve always wanted to adopt a dog… always. so last night as i was browsing through listings of adoptable dogs, i found him:

 ISNT HE THE NERDIEST DOG EVA?!i want to save him from the doggie death chamber. i want to give him a home. i want to love him. i want to take him on jogs around my neighborhood. i want to take him camping and backpacking. i want to watch tv with him on my lap. i want to feed him doggie tweats. i want to snuggle with him. i want to smell him. i want to teach him how to “shake”, “sit”, and “stay”. i want to take him to petco/petsmart and other pet friendly places. i want him to become friends with bailey and kala. i want to sleep with him sleeping on the foot of my bed. i want to come home after a long day of work and have him greet me at the door. i want him to be my little doggie friend. i want to give him a permanent loving home.

anyways… i showed my dad this picture and he agrees that this is a cute dog. i jotted down his doggie id number and the pasadena scpa number and i’m planning on giving them a call once i get out of this class. i dont think my dad wants a dog right now right now, since our yard is not ready and he is not a fan of small dogs. my dad only likes monster cow-dogs. dont get me wrong… i like monster cow-dogs too. but i am totally in love with Killer or Emo (the possible names i will name him). if i dont get this dog my dad will never get the yard ready, so i think if i bring the dog home this weekend it’ll be like a little push for my dad to get going on the yard revamp. besides… how can you get pissed at a dog like Killer (or Emo).