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Tuesday,Jun 26 2001, 03:11:00 PM::sigh:: I hate killing bugs. I can't kill...
::sigh:: I hate killing bugs. I can't kill anything....usually, I get one of those little plastic bubbles you get from bubblegum machines (yes, I still like bubblegum machines....stuffed animal cranes-UFO catchers if you're Japanese-, too!) scoop up the little critter, then put him outside. (Where, unfortunately, the bug will most likely run right into a spiderweb....but then, it's mostly spiders I get, anyway.....) I also scoop them out of my dogs' water bowls....the sink...the bathtub....geez, they aren't too smart, are they. My favorite bug to catch are crickets, because I can just pick them up and don't have to run around finding a plastic bubble. Moths, too....even though they decided my bedsheets and t-shirts are pretty darn yummy (Ingrates!!!)
What's the point of this post, you ask? I'm having a dilemma. Well, no, it's not serious (unless you're a bug) but....I have to kill the fireants that keep coming into my bedroom, and I feel bad. I had to spray their anthills and all that stuff. (It's quite devastating if you think about it....especially if you're an ant) But I couldn't let them get into my dogs' food. My bigger dog, Elvis, who's my best buddy, is outside, and doesn't need ants tormenting him when he's trying to keep cool. My little one, Holly, who almost never leaves my side, has had ants swarming all over her collection of rawhide bones and doggy toys. So, I had to stop the invasion. They probably hate me now, but I'm kinda prejudiced against them, anyway. I like black ants much better, 'cause they don't invade your house often and they're really laid back.....
Yeah. I'm a freak. It's even hard for me to kill cockroaches.....heh. Put that in your back pocket....(I don't know what that phrase means...I heard it on that movie Superstar...pretty funny movie...kinda sick, tho...)
Okay....since I don't have a whole lot to talk about today (without getting all faux philosophical, that is 
) I'll tell you about my dogs. Like I said, my big dog is Elvis (my mom named him) He's part German Shepard, part wolf (so we were told) He doesn't look either one, though. He's a big dog with a big head and big sweet brown eyes. He's a good watchdog, but he's very sweet-tempered. He likes kids and lizard-hunting (not together, though 
) He tries to smile, too...I'm not kidding. When he's happy to see you and he gets excited, he draws his lips back and bares his teeth, wagging his tail the whole time. It looks like he's snarling at you, but he's not. He's trying to copy your smile because he knows that's what people do when they're happy. He's a great dog!
My other dog, Holly, is younger and a lot smaller than Elvis. (She's two, he's seven) Holly is a cockapoo (cocker spaniel/poodle) She's best described as a little brown eyed blonde. She's extremely cute, affectionate, and smart. I can teach her a new trick within a few hours if it's easy (and there's the right incentive, of course) She can shake hands, lay down and roll over, speak on command, stand up on her back paws and do this little twirl (very cute) and even wave. She's best at the twirly thing and the waving. If I go into the bathroom or my bedroom and I close the door, she'll wait outside until I come back out. If I oversleep, and she was sleeping in my sister's room, she'll come and sleep with me until I get up. She and Elvis are both pretty easy to understand...animals try to talk to you with their eyes, if they can. They both do that so much. If they could talk, they'd never shut up.
So those are my dogs. I love my dogs. I have two goldfish, too (Shadow and Kero) but I think you've heard enough about my pets today. Hey...wake up!