Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The caregiver

Bob Tailed Catahoula. Rescued from hoarder and will be sent to Catahoula rescue.

Hi. Hello? Yeah, it's me. No, no, I'm fine. Fuck yeah. Everything's fine. Totally. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah. That's all good. Fine. No. No. Yeah, I've been thinking about it. No. Yeah, I know we talked about it. Yeah. Sure. Well, I've been thinking that if I talk to the fuckin landlord. I know. I know. Fuck, I know.

What? The Yorkie? The Yorkie's fine. It had that fuckin episode but it's fine now. Yeah, totally. The Husky's good too. I know. I know. Look, I fuckin know it killed the other one but I'm keeping it away now. It's on its own. No, not in the house. It's in the storage shed. Yeah. No, fuck, of course not. It's in a crate. I don't know. Fuck I don't know. Fuck like, maybe thirty. Like maybe there's thirty out there. The ones in the shed are in crates. I don't know. I don't count them. How should I know? No one else is going to take care of them. What am I supposed to fuckin do?

No. No, you can't have any of them. Because I don't know what you're going to do them, that's why. I don't know that. I don't fuckin know that. That's what you say but I don't know. How am I supposed to know? I don't know what you do. Yeah, so you say.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I don't know. Inside the house? I don't know. I don't know. Fuck I don't count them. No. Maybe more. No. No. Yeah, maybe that. Maybe forty. Well, the ones inside aren't in cages. They just walk around so I don't fuckin know. Yeah, the whole house. Yeah, except the big bedroom. Why? Fuck, because the cats are in there. What do you think? Because the fuckin dogs will fuckin kill the fuckin cats if I let them out, what do you think? I don't know. Fuck they're hiding most of the time. I don't know. Yeah, maybe twenty. Yeah maybe. More. Maybe.

Puppies? No. No more puppies. I haven't bred anymore. No, not since that fuckin episode. I don't know. Maybe the fuckin Yorkie had 'em for a night. Yeah, probably just a night. Yeah, she was trying to fuckin nurse them. Fuck yeah. Fuckin psycho. I don't know. All at once. One at a time. I don't know. I didn't see it. Because there's too many fuckin dogs here that's why! There's too many fuckin dogs! But what am I supposed to do? Fuckin tell me. You give me a fuckin plan.

No. No. No. I got to talk to the fuckin guy. If I talk to him, he'll let me stay. I'm pretty sure. I'm pretty sure. Then it'll be okay. Yeah, how do you know? You don't know. I've been here for years. He's not going to fuckin kick me out. I just need to talk to him. No. No. I don't need a fuckin contingency plan. I'm fine. They'll be fine. Fuck.

What would you do with them? Yeah. How do you know? How do you know? Do you know these fuckin fosters? How do you know they'll fuckin take care of my dogs? What if they, what if they, what if they fuckin abuse them?

No, you can't have the Husky. No you can't have him. Yeah, I know. I hate the fucker. I know. Because he killed my ... . No, you can't have him. Because he was my sister's favorite. He was her dog before she ... No, I have to keep him. I know he's in a cage. I have to keep him.

The Yorkie? No ... I ... maybe. Maybe the Yorkie. No, the puppies are gone. I buried them. Which one? It was the Chihuahua. They belonged to the Chihuahua, to Lucy. Yeah, the Yorkie took 'em. I don't know. I don't know. I guess she just took 'em. One at a time, I guess. I don't know. Yeah, she must've shook 'em. She killed 'em all. Yeah, all of them. Yeah, then she fuckin brought them back to her bed and she fuckin tried to nurse them. Yeah. I saw her, trying to nurse those fuckin dead puppies. I know. I know. Maybe. Maybe you can take her. I've got too many fuckin dogs here. I don't know. I don't fuckin know, okay? How many? I don't fuckin know, okay? I don't know.

And if you take them, then what am I going to fuckin do? Eh? Then what am I going to fuckin do?

1 comment:

DogsDeserveFreedom said...

Ppfft (or something to that effect) ... that sounds like a familiar conversation.

How many times have I heard that?? I don't know ... too many times to count. The last foster dog came out of that situation ... Puppies born in a bird house ... some died from breathing in the bird-dander and dust ... etc.

Yada Yada Yada.