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Stupidass Dog

July 1st, 2005

So I hear that Mavis Staples — THE Mavis Staples, Pops Staples’ daughter, she of the lilting voice — will be at the Waterfront Blues Fest on Sunday night. So I’m thinking, great, we can take the kids and head down there. It’s only, what, 5 bucks and a couple of cans of food?

Then I remember, no, we have a STUPIDASS DOG who can’t be alone during fireworks, not even if we load him up on Pabst’s Blue Ribbon (vet’s orders. She is at a loss as to what to do with him, too)) and sedatives beforehand.

Why is my life so much harder than everyone else’s?

And the stupidass dog? He climbed from the backyard THROUGH THE BASEMENT WINDOW THIS A.M. (No screen. I had it open to air out the basement.) He crammed his large body through this small window, knocked down the curtain rod and curtain, scampered down over the washer and dryer, and ran up the stairs to find us — only to be thwarted by the kitty door. Which is smaller than the window.

So he just pawed at the basement door until I opened it, and found him there, looking as sheepish as a large black Lab can look.



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