Blog Post #2: Blue hair, Black Hearts, and Saving a Dog in the Night
A few nights ago, on the way to dinner, I saw a German Shepherd puppy running down a busy road by my house. She was dodging cars and obviously lost. My boyfriend was in the left turn lane and couldn't flip a bitch so I made him pinky promise me (thumb kisses and all) that if we saw her again we would go back. But I was sad, because I was sure she would be hit before I got to her again. Goddamn you LA and all your freeways and stupid rules and lack of opportunities to just stop or turn around.
Fast forward 3 hours.
My boyfriend and I get back on the main road to my house and there she is, scampering along, scared shitless with her tail between her legs. I hit the pavement before the car even stopped.
My boyfriend and I, along with another good Samaritan and her daughter managed to coax the dog onto a side street and she flopped down in the grass, exhausted and scared. She had a collar that was rusted and too tight, but no tags. After an hour of sweet talking her and edging slowly towards her from where I sat on the curb, she allowed me to touch her and even to put her on a leash. She loved walking and stayed right by my side.
BLAH BLAH BLAH MORE INANE DETAILS GO HERE BLAH BLAH.
Long story short: She is now safe, and I named her LUCY. (And we're best friends for life, she and I, you can ask her.)
Lucy, Lucy mah gal:
AND, I added turquoise to my black and blonde hair. WOOP WOOP!
(Yes, I sleep with a blue fox and he wears striped socks. HIS NAME IS SOX, OK?!)
That is all she wrote for today, my friends. She being me, and not someone else.
LOVE,
Aperio
A few nights ago, on the way to dinner, I saw a German Shepherd puppy running down a busy road by my house. She was dodging cars and obviously lost. My boyfriend was in the left turn lane and couldn't flip a bitch so I made him pinky promise me (thumb kisses and all) that if we saw her again we would go back. But I was sad, because I was sure she would be hit before I got to her again. Goddamn you LA and all your freeways and stupid rules and lack of opportunities to just stop or turn around.
Fast forward 3 hours.
My boyfriend and I get back on the main road to my house and there she is, scampering along, scared shitless with her tail between her legs. I hit the pavement before the car even stopped.
My boyfriend and I, along with another good Samaritan and her daughter managed to coax the dog onto a side street and she flopped down in the grass, exhausted and scared. She had a collar that was rusted and too tight, but no tags. After an hour of sweet talking her and edging slowly towards her from where I sat on the curb, she allowed me to touch her and even to put her on a leash. She loved walking and stayed right by my side.
BLAH BLAH BLAH MORE INANE DETAILS GO HERE BLAH BLAH.
Long story short: She is now safe, and I named her LUCY. (And we're best friends for life, she and I, you can ask her.)
Lucy, Lucy mah gal:
AND, I added turquoise to my black and blonde hair. WOOP WOOP!
(Yes, I sleep with a blue fox and he wears striped socks. HIS NAME IS SOX, OK?!)
That is all she wrote for today, my friends. She being me, and not someone else.
LOVE,
Aperio
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