Talking About Animals. As Usual.
Apr. 18th, 2010 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unavoidedcrisis
This is the first thing I want to ramble about
Going to the pet store kills a little piece of my soul every time I do it. The people are unhelpful, the fish creep me the frick out and the other animals always seem depressed and sickly.
I went yesterday morning to buy gecko food and after three or four minutes of trying to get someone's attention, the clerk is walking by me and I say 'excuse me?' and he says 'need something, lady?'
Things Wrong With This:
1. 'Need something' is not any way to greet anyone, let alone a paying customer who comes in multiple times a week (and asks you for the same thing every time).
2. I've been politely asking for your assistance since I got here, clearly I need something.
3. I'm not a 'lady'! I'm a 'miss' or a 'pretty girl'. You douche, you ruined my day.
And they had at least a dozen rats in a ten gallon tank with a glass lid (which, imnsho, borders on cruel) and one of them wry neck something fierce and it always makes me sad.
But I got my crickets and went home. Pepperoni had a hard time eating them, of course, because we have determined he is not very bright at all. He kept lunging for the reflection of the crickets in the tank wall while the actual crickets were sitting right next to him. It's very entertaining to watch a gecko hunt for food.
Went to the dog rescue today. Last weekend while I was holed up in my fort watching Muppets and being ridiculous sick, they got a huge influx of small dogs. Normally the rescue is full of big dogs, right, so small dogs are rare. But last week they got like, nine.
Now. I don't like small dogs. I like biiiiiig dogs. So going into the pen with ten little yippy fluff things was not high on my list of things to do. But then I did stick myself in there and Oh. My. Gosh. Okay. Okay. There's this terrible little thing called Reed (some sort of Silky Terrier cross) and he's grey and like, the barkiest thing ever when he gets going but when I was just chilling out in the pen, he curled up on my lap and was purring for me. PURRING. He needed to put on like, ten pounds though. Poor little dogs. So many of them are underweight. I just want to cuddle them all. Except Cody, who bit me and frak does it ever sting.
Okay, but I don't need a dog. I don't need a dog. I DON'T NEED A DOG. I especially don't need a little dog that likes to bark. It is just my weird fixation on babies recently. Because small dogs that need a proper brushing and extra food cuddles because they are sad rescues are just like babies! Stupid girl parts, making me want to nurture helpless drooly things.
This is the second thing I want to ramble about
Lemonade is awesome.
Going to the pet store kills a little piece of my soul every time I do it. The people are unhelpful, the fish creep me the frick out and the other animals always seem depressed and sickly.
I went yesterday morning to buy gecko food and after three or four minutes of trying to get someone's attention, the clerk is walking by me and I say 'excuse me?' and he says 'need something, lady?'
Things Wrong With This:
1. 'Need something' is not any way to greet anyone, let alone a paying customer who comes in multiple times a week (and asks you for the same thing every time).
2. I've been politely asking for your assistance since I got here, clearly I need something.
3. I'm not a 'lady'! I'm a 'miss' or a 'pretty girl'. You douche, you ruined my day.
And they had at least a dozen rats in a ten gallon tank with a glass lid (which, imnsho, borders on cruel) and one of them wry neck something fierce and it always makes me sad.
But I got my crickets and went home. Pepperoni had a hard time eating them, of course, because we have determined he is not very bright at all. He kept lunging for the reflection of the crickets in the tank wall while the actual crickets were sitting right next to him. It's very entertaining to watch a gecko hunt for food.
Went to the dog rescue today. Last weekend while I was holed up in my fort watching Muppets and being ridiculous sick, they got a huge influx of small dogs. Normally the rescue is full of big dogs, right, so small dogs are rare. But last week they got like, nine.
Now. I don't like small dogs. I like biiiiiig dogs. So going into the pen with ten little yippy fluff things was not high on my list of things to do. But then I did stick myself in there and Oh. My. Gosh. Okay. Okay. There's this terrible little thing called Reed (some sort of Silky Terrier cross) and he's grey and like, the barkiest thing ever when he gets going but when I was just chilling out in the pen, he curled up on my lap and was purring for me. PURRING. He needed to put on like, ten pounds though. Poor little dogs. So many of them are underweight. I just want to cuddle them all. Except Cody, who bit me and frak does it ever sting.
Okay, but I don't need a dog. I don't need a dog. I DON'T NEED A DOG. I especially don't need a little dog that likes to bark. It is just my weird fixation on babies recently. Because small dogs that need a proper brushing and extra food cuddles because they are sad rescues are just like babies! Stupid girl parts, making me want to nurture helpless drooly things.
This is the second thing I want to ramble about
Lemonade is awesome.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-19 01:34 am (UTC)That clerk was rude! You don't call people "lady". Especially not young women.
Aww, those dogs sound so cute! :)
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Date: 2010-04-19 02:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-19 02:43 am (UTC)*sigh*
I love that you too are freaked by the wall of fish at the pet store. There is just a wall there. Of fish. It's not right. So not right. *shudders*
He kept lunging for the reflection of the crickets in the tank wall while the actual crickets were sitting right next to him.
OMG HAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S AWESOME!
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Date: 2010-04-19 09:07 pm (UTC)I'm glad you agree because I was starting to feel alone in my totally rational fear.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-19 10:52 pm (UTC)I once had a dream where I landed on a fish in a lake and then I died immediately. FISH ARE SCARY AND FISH FEARS ARE SO RATIONALLY RATIONAL!
(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-20 02:12 am (UTC)I had a nightmare that I was trapped on an island with Indiana Jones and the island was surrounded by sharks and Indy went to get help but then he got eaten and no one rescued me.
I HATE THINGS THAT COMES FORM THE OCEAN.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-20 04:21 am (UTC)Sharks though... lots of people are scared of them, right? I'm not really afraid of sharks. Idek... I'm afraid of most fish, but not "actually dangerous"* fish.
*In quotations because as if all fish are not out to kill us all.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-20 04:26 am (UTC)Sharks are not fish, dear, THEY ARE RUTHLESS KILLERS OUT FOR BLOOD.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-20 04:34 am (UTC)I can handle that. I even touched a shark at the horrible Underwater Adventures place. (To quote Aximili: "Why do humans do things like this?")
I would never touch a sunfish or something though. That would be insane.
STORYTIME
Date: 2010-04-20 04:39 am (UTC)So one summer when I was a small, innocent and less fearful child, I was out in the boat with Mama (who loves fishing, idek, I maybe was switched at birth because there's no way I am related to these weirdos) and she's reeling in this huuuuuge pickerel and WHAM that dumb bastard slaps me right across the face (the fish, not my mama).
They're like sunfish in that they have JAGGED, FLESH TEARING FINS. But they are not like sunfish insofar as THEY ARE WAY BIGGER OKAY.
And they wonder why I'm
so afraidso aware of the threat fish and fish related creatures pose to our safety.Re: STORYTIME
Date: 2010-04-20 04:40 am (UTC)Re: STORYTIME
Date: 2010-04-20 04:46 am (UTC)I hate how sometimes sunfish try to bite on you when you're at the beach. Like they think toes are food, they are not! Fuck off fish, DNW!!!
STILL, OMG YOU ARE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!!! I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW BIG THESE FISH REALLY ARE, BECAUSE NOOOOOOOOOOO!
I don't think any fish are delicious though.
Re: STORYTIME
Date: 2010-04-20 04:52 am (UTC)OKAY HAVE YOU SEEN A BULLDOZER? THEY'RE BIGGER THAN THAT.
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Date: 2010-04-19 08:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-19 09:08 pm (UTC)