I adopted him (about this time) 3 years ago. We had snow, freezing rain & sub-twenty temps. His (original) owner left him outside.
Me...being Me....couldn't stand it, so I started letting him in. He got along well with Tug & Harley. In fact...he made himself right at home.
Then...about a year & a half ago...he started spraying/peeing in the v-man's room. Big mistake. I won't tolerate that nonsense....so out he went. Don't worry though...another neighbor started caring for him.
Imagine my surprise...when I found him scratching on my door at 6:00 a.m. the other morning. It was freezing out...and snowing! (fucking part-time pet owners)
So... I let him in. Been here since Saturday morning... ...making himself right at home.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
me:(watching the incoming set & thinking wtf?...I haven't been called "girl" for close to 25 years)
random kook: Hey girl! ....I'm not supposed to be out here. I have seizures....and I'm supposed to wait another month...but I couldn't wait that long....so if you see me face down in the water could you make sure I make it to shore?
me:(looking directly at Mr. Kook) I'm off duty. No lifesaving for me this week. (turn....catch wave)
random kook:(dumbstruck look on face = priceless)
*for those of you that don't know....in my former life I was a lifeguard/swim instructor....and I've had my fair share of mouth-to-mouth/cpr/saving-some-idiot's-ass. That training is ingrained in me. Any time I'm in the water....the eyes in the back of my head are very much aware of who's around me & what's going. I can't escape it. So....Mr. I'm going to go against my doctor's orders & not only put myself at risk but put everyone else around me at risk as well....eff off. I'm no longer licensed to save your ass. Oh....and on the off chance that "that" was your pick up line? ....get better material.