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Ok.
Well, we adopted an English Mastiff for my barn owners last night. So, we load him up in the truck and he does fine the whole car ride. (Tons of slobber, but fine.) Then we get to the farm and bring him up to the owners' porch.
And he bolts on my mom. At 9:00 at night. We looked for him for 2 hours last night and couldn't find him. I feel like a total shithead because it stormed last night... poor guy. I just got back from looking for him again this morning. It's still raining, I'm soaked, and the dog is still gone. We've got 2 county humane societies looking for him.
But that's one big intimidating dog. If someone sees him, they're gonna freak out. He's scared of everything. 190 pounds. That's a big dog. And he's running loose. Not cool. I should take my horse out and go look for him. But it's raining. And slippery. And dangerous.
Not cool.
stressed
 Doll With A Knife · Fri May 30, 2008 @ 04:15pm · 1 Comments |
