Today, I am so important, I just can't stand myself. My chest puffs up. Or maybe it's just PMS.
I need to rant. Hang onto your hats. No, it isn't a horse-related rant. Scroll on, I might get back to horses in this post. No guarantees though..
To the Young Guy at the Gas Station yesterday,
BLASTING his music in his little black car, windows wide open.
It was actually quite pleasant music, but it was frickin' LOUD. I was a smitchen grumpier than normal yesterday. Hey, it happens. I'm standing there, putting noxious fumes into my little car, and I finally just had to say it, in my power voice.
It carries
really well, my power voice.
"Could you please turn that DOWN." I said, firmly. No yelling, just powered. The older guy at the next bay, gassing up his car, laughed.
Lo and behold, the music stopped. The young guy starts his car, and slowly (oh, so SCARY) (not) drives over to where he can see me. He says, politely, "What is the problem, please?" I say, "Oh, no problem, thank you so much for turning down the music, it was giving me a head ache." He says, "Why, you do not like BLACK music?"
(WTF???) It wasn't "black" music. It wasn't any COLOUR of music! It was too LOUD!
I say, "It doesn't matter what
kind of music it was, music is a wonderful thing, I liked that music. It was too LOUD."
Young idiot says "Oh, you just are against black music."
More vehemently, but not with the power, I say "NO, it was too loud. It isn't about what KIND of music it is. The music is
fine. Just don't make EVERYONE listen to it. Maybe they don't want to hear your music. This is a public place, not a concert hall.
Have a nice day!"
(I power voiced the last bolded bit, and off he drove, still with his music turned down.)
I am such an oppressor of freedom to annoy people.
(smacks hand)
Yesterday was my Fifth anniversary of owning Flip the wonder dog!We've really fallen deeply in love with each other. I laugh to think of the wide-eyed scared little farm dog that hurled herself against my feet, the first day I met her. Her previous owner/breeder had brought her along for us to meet, one week after little red dog passed. One week after that, Flip hurtled into my life.
Our First Day.
I've mentioned I may have gotten her too soon, after losing old red dog. Who cares, now? Not me, not Flip. We is buddies, she gets me, I laugh with her. Last night she pretended to be a kitty, rubbing herself against me, doing low little growley goopy chuckles, giggling to herself. I never know what she'll think of next. Flip likes to count her toys, and put them all in one spot. Not IN the toy box of course, but hey, they are all in one spot, on the other side of the room, or in the middle of the floor.
A new stuffy is Flip's best toy, ever. Old ones get boring, until she forgets them, and they are re-introduced..
Flip is registered as "(breeders name) Up and Rising". Silly name. I think a better name would have been SlinkinStinkin.
Flip is a huge fan of stinky filth, as most dogs are. But she raises the bar on surreptitious behaviour to a truly fine art.
Flip ALWAYS manages to fool me. And the look on her face, when she comes back coated in slime d'raccoon, makes me laugh enough that I don't want to kill her.
Flip thinks water is an un-necessary evil. Poor thing, I'm spraying her with acid, it's BURNING, oh, she's melting!!
Flip cannot swim. Nope, not a lick. Blaze makes fun of her.
Hey, I just noticed!
Flip's insides of her ears were lighter when I got her. Now they are totally black..
Interesting. I wonder if Blaze's will darken, too? That's ONE of the ways to tell them apart. The others are top secret, because, I am.
Important.
Nope, not one word about horses. I've been reading stuff that's making me gasp, not quite sure how to explain it, succinctly, or not so succinctly.
That's me, the anti-succinct!
Turn that sucker DOWN!
Just practicing.
