The Death of Friends

It's over. Noooooooo! Ok, I'm over it. Thanks to Jessica and Tami for not leaving me all lonesome to watch the Friends finale. Sad, sad, so very sad. The lobsters found eachother: Ross & Rachel are together; the birds are singing, kites are flying and the sun is shining. Then ER comes on and they kill a baby - are these NBC people trying to cause a nationwide depression? Can tv be any sadder?! I just want to take this time and e-space to say how much I hate dogs. Yes. Hate them. Maybe not all dogs, just the ones who stink, lick you, jump on you, lick themselves, make messes, bark, pee, poo and have bad breath. (Maybe that does encompass all dogs. . .) I'm house/dog-sitting for a lady at work, she has 2 ick-dogs. They stink and make messes, and I have to go let them poo - so this criteria falls under the "hate" stipulation. Last night, after Friends, ER, the news AND Jay Leno (they had the entire cast of Friends on, I had to stay up & watch! Wasn't worth it though.) I went to Mansfield to feed the ick-dogs and let them out to poo. Keep in mind it's almost midnight. So, I let them out and all they do is stand there & bark, I'm sure the neighbor's wanted to kill us all. (Secretly I may have been hoping for someone to snipe them out - how could I be held responsible for a random-angry-neighbor bullet?) They didn't pee or poo, just barked like retardos. Great, what a wasted trip. So I fed them (something else I don't like doing as it makes their breath stink, and I have to touch the stinky dogfood. Gross!) When I let them in all they wanted to do was jump on me and touch me - ewwww! Dog cooties!!! The big one slobbered on my toe (not wearing flip-flops there again) so I wiped it off on a blanket. Since it was so late & I have an 8:00am class I had packed a bag to stay the night. But, the ick-dogs had other plans and proceeded to bark incessantly - they even worked out an annoying little pattern: bark for 3 minutes, stop for 30-45 seconds to make Robin think we're done, then bark some more. Devil-ick-dogs. So, after 40 minutes of not sleeping I grabbed my bag, pillow and ran away - giving the little dog an evil I-will-eat-you look. It was kinda cool because my super evil glare made him stop barking. So, I drove home crying - because when you're tired and sleepy and know you have to get up around 5:45am just to go back to the ick-dogs to feed them, well, there's just nothing else to do but cry. Man, I hate dogs.