Insane In The Brain
After all, what other kind of insane is there?
I found myself searching for a beagle rescue group in South Florida.
Now this is insane. Who the hell needs a dog anyway? Not me. The cats give me enough crap to deal with.
Literally. As in litter. There is A LOT of cat crap. And I am not even counting the crap that happens outside, where I never see it. I have seen the cats in the flower box attached to the neighbors house. Now there are plants in the thing, so I can only speculate as to what they do in there. But the plants seem to do really well.
So do I want a critter that will leave poop in the yard where I will see it and invariably step in it? No. Not really. Nobody needs that.
So I can only attribute the whole incident to insanity.
I took some meds. I feel better now. No more crazy urge to run out and adopt a beagle. Or anything else that eats and/or shits.
posted by The Lazy Iguana @ 02:14
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King Gambrinus is not the official saint of beer and brewing, he is just a legendary figure. Kind of like King Arthur, only more important. Arthur never found the Holy Grail.
The cats are already used to dogs. I had a chocolate lab that pretty much ignored the cats. All the cats arrived as kittens, with the dog already here. The dog arrived as a puppy into a house full of cats. Currently there is a little white dog that resides here. So the cats already get along with dogs. A beagle puppy would learn pretty quickly where its place in the pecking order was.
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