Saturday, September 24, 2005

Can you spot Planty, my REAL pet?

I have a house pest this weekend. Her name is Ally and she's a Hurricane Rita evacuee from Houston.

She's Big C's brother's dog and she's staying with us while he weathers the storm elsewhere.

I'm not a dog person. My only experience living with a dog was when I was six. After begging my parents to get a dog, they finally got one, which I named "Chiquita" and she was very sick so we had to keep her in the bathroom and that's where she stayed for the three weeks that we kept her...for three weeks I was afraid to go to the bathroom because every time I went, Chiquita would bark at me, which was really frustrating because sometimes you just want to shit in peace, even if you're a little kid. The end.

Big C convinced a reluctant T & M that Ally would not be a bother; that she's a good dog; that we wouldn't even notice her. And he was right.

For example, Big C is at the mall interviewing for a weekend job. Although he didn't take Ally with him, I don't notice her hanging around -- because she's downstairs waiting for him to get back. This is Ally before she went downstairs to get away from the paparazzi.

ally chin

ally up

ally & planty

She has a one-track mind, this one.

And the storm party is canceled. It's not even raining. So I'm gonna go with plan B and lay on the couch and watch "The Graduate" or something. I may even invite Ally to watch with me.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home