Melodramatic Diary of a Cynic: Dog Post

What Tarot Card Are You?

You are The Hermit

Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.

The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.

The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.

The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.

After 40 days of courting, Pennsylvania has spoken and although it might have not been what I wanted, the deed is done. The crowd is gone, and we feel used as the putas have moved on to court somebody else. So it wasn't love, Obama didn't even stay the night, he already has moved on to his next trick in Indiana. Oh well.

A few days ago, my colleague sent us a petition with some gruesome photo about a dog. Apparently, an "artist" in Honduras named Guillermo Vargas decided to pick up a stray dog from the street and tie him to a wall and show him as living art as the poor dog starve to death. Um, ok. Why doesn't he tie himself to the wall and starve to death? That would definitely be a more powerful and compelling piece. Since Margaret, another dog lover posted on her blog about this as well, I guess it's important enough to spread the word. Read her blog here for more information, she's more eloquent than I ever can be.

Speaking of dogs, one of my friend was dog-sitting for a friend and invited me over, it was really fun playing with her. She got a tennis ball with a rope ring attached to it and we threw it for her to catch and that little dog had so much energy. She was sleeping in a small carrying cage that was a bit too small for her, so my friend got on Craigslist and got her a huge cage for $20. And I thought Craigslist was just for porn. I'm so impressed on how resourceful my friend is.

After that trip, I kept on thinking about Medic Guy's mean little puppy Lil' Bear. I got a new toy for him similar to the one that I used to play with the other dog. Got some stain cleaners for my carpet and hope that maybe the little meanie would get used to me and stop biting my ankle and my hand. There are not a lot of places that welcome dogs. In the back of my mind, I know it's a bad idea to invite him over again but I still did. Thank god the Lil' Bastard ate the wrong plant from his neighbors lawn and have been puking all day, so he wasn't able to come over. Medic Guy's neighbor apparently just sprayed his lawn and Lil' Bear was allergic to it or something.

Medic Guy took him to the vet and paid $150 for blood test and all the while Lil' bear was growling and barking at the vet. After he got home he stayed in bed pouting for the whole remaining day, so Medic Guy panicked and took him back for the whole procedure again and had the little bugger stay at the vet overnight. He told me he cried when he left Lil' bear there, because Lil' Bear had a very sad look on his face. Well, he called me today and the bugger didn't die and ran around licking people. Ok, so "it" can be nice.

When I was thinking of places I can bring the dog to, I come across this:

Apparently, this restaurant has a new dog menu now. Serving dogs outdoor for Sunday brunch. Turkey burger, chicken breast and sweet potatoes? Wow. I wonder what frosty paws are. Maybe I'll bring the little booger here if he doesn't bite my hands off first.