So Jack is officially ready for rainy weather!!!! Isn't he freaking....well... stupid looking?? Okay, okay... I know, he's cute (the thing has a hood too) but I've always been the kind of person that doesn't generally believe in dressing up their dogs in outfits. That's why I bought the fluffiest dog I could deal with! However, when it rains not only does Jack not want to go outside but when he does he, obviously, get his fur wet which then, in turn, smells up the place.
THUS... raincoat!!!
He looks silly and he knows it... look at those eyes... he's practically saying: "Why are you doing this again?"
So, as I said before, Jack is ready for rainy weather. I am not.
Or, at least, my place isn't.
It's been decided that I should move.... this was actually decided ages ago, but now it's necessary. The flippin' door doesn't shut. The door was messed up to began with, but now the rain has warped the wood into such a position that the door won't close all the way.
I make do. The door is now locked with a bike lock (super secret lock combination.... NO ONE will guess) and I sleep with my friend Natalie's knife under my pillow. You know, just in case someone tries to get in and gets past my line of defenses including the bike lock... the wire wrapped around the door knobs... the cot in front of the door... the 30 pound fierce fluffball (he paid me to write fierce)... what can I say?
I'm ready bitches. Bring it on.
Although, really don't.
So, while I would love to find a new place, my problem lies in the fact that I actually do not have a full time job. Sure, I've got three part time jobs, but my most paying part time position ends OFFICIALLY Jan. 29. And everything else working out is completely theoretical.
Well......great.
Chances of returning to Modesto..... high.
Which means I better start planning my exit. Grad school in Ireland anyone???????
The only problem with that is I could only afford a one-way ticket to Ireland, not including the paying for the school... just the ticket to the Emerald Isle.
But, would that really be all that bad?
Until Jack gets stranded in quarantine for being an American puppy.
Errrrrr... I'll have to think this through. I doubt they'll let him in for free... even if he is wearing a little raincoat.
Thus... it's soon to pour.
