Long before Pennie, and even long before Mollie joined their family, I met my neighbor friend's Catahoula Leopard, Taz, on Thanksgiving 2000 (along with Lady, their black Labrador, who passed away in 2004).
At first, I was intimidated by Taz's crazy and sometimes vicious temperament, but once he got used to me being over at their house at least once a week, we became good friends. He was known to bite somebody's hand once in a while, but not once ever showed his teeth or even growled at me.
Taz's dad nicknamed him "asshole", because of his hateful attitude - and not to mention every time when he saw another neighbor walking their dog(s) from the upstairs office room window, he'd take off flying downstairs, barking and bitching loud enough to wake the dead.
Last Halloween, Taz became ill, but he soon bounced back after a trip to the vet.
On the morning before Thanksgiving, I was to stop by their house, but hadn't yet read the emails from his owners: he was sick like he was on Halloween, once again. I knew something was strange when I arrived, because Taz hadn't answered the door, barking up a storm as usual, and Mollie hadn't ran to the door when I opened it, either. Mollie was upstairs, and I found Taz next to his dad's computer, dead.
I guess Taz got the last laugh for being called "asshole" all those years, because like most animals when they die, he left a mess - next to his dad's computer desk.
My neighbor had to leave work when I called him and told him the news, and once he got home, we called the vet to make arrangements for pet cremation. The office lady said to bring Taz's body to the back of the animal clinic, and they would take care of the rest....which meant WE had move his body to the vehicle.
Because Taz's stiff body was about 75 pounds of dead weight, it was impossible for his dad to carry him downstairs to the car by himself, and I wasn't about to try it. We ended up placing him (conveniently frozen in an awkward sitting position) in a standard sized cardboard moving box.
Making the task even more creepy, as we were carrying his heavy body in the box downstairs, Taz's eyes were open, and staring - almost directly at me. At one point, we almost dropped his body, because it kept moving in the box and making it difficult to hold onto.
Once we got downstairs, I pushed the box through the kitchen and towards the garage door, taking him on his last sorta joyride. We had no choice but to place Taz-in-the-box in the passenger seat of his owner's sports car - with his body leaning towards whoever would be driving. I'd be tripping balls on the way to the vet, with his body frozen stiff like that, and looking right at you. Imagine the look on somebody's face if they caught a glimpse of that driving past them!
His owner managed to get Taz to the vet safely, and his body was then cremated and returned the following week.
I wanted to wait until it was appropriate to write my little Taz tribute, and had told his owners tonight that I thought it was acceptable now. Miss ya, asshole Taz!
Here's some new pictures of my neighbor friends, Mollie and Pennie. The weather has been nasty for the most part this week, and here they are playing indoors after getting filthy playing outside.
Actually it's Pennie who's worse - she goes outside, plays in the dirt and mud, tracks puppy paws all over the floor tiles; and going around like Pig Pen from the Peanuts comics, the dirt rubs off on Mollie when they're wrestling around and running through the house like a couple of elephants on the loose.
Who needs a tree pruner when you have Pennie? She's been bringing in sticks, palm tree fans and everything else she can find outdoors (and bringing everything she can find indoors, OUTDOORS LOL). Obviously she loves her new "forever home"!
As you can imagine, poor Mollie can't handle all that rambunctious puppy play for too long, and she had to take a nap soon after.
I really try to avoid getting into the back-and-forth arguing and insulting with "christian" extremists out there in cyberland; especially those particular idiots harassing people on YouTube (when they should just migrate over to ripoff GodTube, where they belong). It's a waste of their time trying to re-indoctrinate/scare me, and it's a waste of my time, period.
But there's always the rare exception though, when I'm in the mood to get into some fuckery. This one just had too much potential kookery to refuse and leave alone.....
Here's my original comment on a YouTube clip of pentecostals speaking in tongues (which kinda freaked me out, by the way - and I HAD to give my 2 cents):
"If somebody starts speaking in tongues around me, I look at them like they're crazy.....because they are."
And then I get the following reply this morning, from an obvious "kool-aid" drinker:
"You need Jesus!!!"
You know I just couldn't pass this crazy shit up, and I hads to stir it:
"Uh, no. However I DO need Jesús, because he's pretty hot.
Like the tongue-speakers, you need to keep your snake-handling cult hands off me. Go roll around on the floor, kicking and screaming "being slain in the spirit", or something."
Next, he gets all high & mighty with the bitch of this here journal:
"Jesus is the Answer me freind Go and Seek Him!!! And Stop Your Nonsense!!! I have no time to Argue with IGnorance"
Why not? I'm having a fun time arguing with YOUR ignorance ;) Better than TV!
"Now you know how the entire country feels about you guys. Sorry to hear people are fleeing from you and your kookery like wildfire. I'm one of them, don't hold your breath on me coming back. You guys are too fucked up for me (and any sane person for that matter)."
It's obvious this is one of those nuts with a "God complex" - kinda like our current president, Sir Chimp-A-Lot.
"It dont matters what the Country thinks about the Body of Christ is what the Lord thinks!!! And I dont really concern if You want to stay out because it is about your own choice: it is u who will answer to Jesus on the DAy of Judgement Not me!! And Only Jesus can Solve your Problem Me brother!!! THOSE PEOPLE WHO REFUSE GOD WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO GOD!!!"
At this point, it gets too nutty, even for me. The typos, the "all-caps" hollering. Wanna bet his psycho eyes were rolling into the back of his head while he was typing? It was good fun getting his holy-rolling self all kooked up though.
And for his information, the country doesn't have a problem with the "body of Christ". The problem is with his nutty bunch of followers and abusers of The Bible, also known as modern-day pharisees. "Christian" kooks, to be exact - and FAR from anything having to do with the "body of Christ".
It's true that I was raised Christian/Southern Baptist, but have been agnostic for over a decade - and I'm quite happy that way. Besides, church is boring - I'd rather sleep in on Sundays, and to hell with whatever The Bible thinks about that.
Plus it's my opinion that church is nothing more than a political house of hatred (especially in this day and age); a gossipy hen-house of closeted homosexuals with nazi intentions for openly gay people, swindlers and crooks, guilty adulterers, pedophiles, and miserable women who needs to put some dick in their lives.
It's also true that I own a copy of The Bible, given to me from my late aunt Gina (held onto for sentimental reasons, more than anything - since she signed a note inside of the cover, to me). That book is stored away somewhere, along with stuff I haven't looked at since probably high school. Any other bibles that makes its way into this house is to become future rolling papers, and nothing else.
One thing I want to make clear is I have absolutely no problems with Christianity, religion in general, nor that nappy-haired hippie named Jesus. If these things brings you contentment, gives you hope or inspiration, or makes your life more livable, then more power to you. For me, it's useless - just like Kevin Federline's "rapping" talent. I've got better extracurricular activities to be enjoying in this short life.
The PROBLEM is the "christian" (in name only) nutballs using The Bible and Christianity to control, intimidate, bully, harm, kill, degrade, and otherwise fuck with people. They've hijacked the church, chasing off the REAL Christians, and anyone else who believes homeless and less fortunate people/families/single mothers with no food, and other important issues in this country is more of a priority than what homosexuals do in their own bedrooms.
What's more, is these kooks yap the tired "hate the sin, love the sinner" line, yet they bully the Christians who are friendly to gays or accepts a gay person in their family, by informing them that "they aren't real Christians" - all because they aren't mistreating and acting holier-than-thou towards the gay person.
As much as I like the REAL Christians out there, they don't have the balls to stand up to these kooks and say "what fucking bible are YOU reading from, anyway?", and send them off to start their own nazi groups from which their fucked-up version of "christianity" is based.
Hitler used Christianity to fuck with gullible people too, and this is exactly a case of history repeating itself - once again, at the expense of good, decent, REAL Christians. It's practically Adolf Hitler all over again (although it hasn't reached the point of Auschwitz.....yet).
Don't believe me? Check out one of their so-called "christian" heroes: Star Parker, who recently said "christians" want to "quarantine the sodomites" (via Max Blumenthal at a "values voters" klan meeting late last year).
This fucked-up remark is coming from a nasty bitch who's a "former crackhead", had more abortions than all the teenage girls in this country on Prom Night combined, and whose vaginal lips are so used up, they'd likely drag the ground like a fucking wedding veil, if it wasn't for panties.
Right, Star Parker has the "moral authority" to threaten gay people like that. What a serene little angel she is. I'll bet she's hiding her crack pipe somewhere in that twisted halo over her head. Somebody needs to quarantine HER, and her fucked-up crackhead psychosis. I'm for real, the crazy bitch is like a female Tyrone Biggums.
These people are just fucking nuts, and it's sometimes fun to fuck with the creepy zombies.
Anyway, I needs to git for now - I haven't been posting all that much lately, so hopefully I made up for it today LOL. Here's the YouTube clip from which the funny back-and-forth earlier started from:
1.5 lbs ground beef 1 can cream of chicken soup 1 can cream of mushroom soup 1 8oz. jar Pace picante sauce 1 bag of tortilla chips 1 bag shredded cheddar cheese
1 - Brown the ground beef and drain.
2 - In a sauce pan, combine cream soups and picante sauce. Cook on medium-high heat until bubbling, stirring frequently. Remove from heat.
3 - Crush tortilla chips. In a casserole dish, put half the bag of crushed chips in the bottom.
4 - Add ground beef over chips.
5 - Pour soup-picante sauce over ground beef.
6 - Layer the cheese across top of sauce and add the rest of the chips.
7 - Bake at 350 degrees for twenty minutes.
OPTIONAL SUGGESTION: As I told my friend, I done a little improvising and added taco spices as I was cooking the ground beef. And I used the bite-size tortilla chips, so I didn't have to bother with crushing them. Chopped green onions could also be sprinkled over the shredded cheese as you're layering the casserole.
"Little" Pennie continues to grow in size, and so is her appetite for more expensive things to destroy. Last week it was a small sofa chair, and this week an antique sofa chair. She has plenty of toys and those chewie "teething" bones for puppies as well, so that's not the issue. Most of the destruction happens when my neighbor friends are at their workplaces.
Speaking of having a puppy around, here's some of Mollie's baby pictures, I believe in the order in which they were taken. The little puffball on her head was too cute when she was a baby, seen clearly in the second and third pictures.
As you can see, even when she was a puppy, she was like a little polar bear cub! The last picture was taken when she close to a year old.
The holidays are pretty much over, and Mollie has evidently accepted Pennie as part of the family. They wrestle and run through the house like a stampede of elephants, play in the mud and get filthy, and all that other fun stuff. When I'm over, Mollie usually has one end of the sofa, and Pennie will sit in between us. Imagine what that'll be like in a couple years when she's close to Mollie's size! That'll be over 300 pounds of Great Pyrenees!
Unfortunately, Pennie is still in a destructive puppy phase, as Mollie went through when she was her age. She's opened Christmas gifts, gotten into food, has taken things off the kitchen island/stove, ate a few packs of cigarettes, chewed the remote, to name a few things she's done. The evidence she left behind: muddy Pyrenees puppy tracks all over the kitchen floor and counter.
The good thing is she's gotten a LITTLE better lately - but she's still not off the cigarettes though, as she got a pack this weekend.
When we leave the room, we make sure to gather up all our important things like phones and iPods, because if Pennie's left alone with it, it's fair game to her. Better safe than sorry, especially with JAWS around!! She's also not allowed in the computer room when her parents aren't home - I don't blame them!
Happy Holidays from Mollie and Pennie:
Awwwww....they kinda look like two polar bears!! LOL
