Tonight was a poopy night.

This afternoon I came home from work and went to feed my dogs, then to see that one of them had passed away. He's a rottweiler named Carabou. And considering his living conditions, death was probably better for him anyway. I know I could have put forth some effort into the care and keeping of him. But knowing me, I'm just too damn lazy. However, it's believed his cause of death was due to worms. As much as my grandmother fed those guys with Thanksgiving left overs, cook-it-yourself mashed potatoes, doggie biscuits and snacks, and what have you; well, he still remained thin. Mom was supposed to take him into the vet sometime soon... but I guess she can't, now.

But at least he's in a better place, now.

"Rest easy, pal." I told him, as I wrapped him in a sheet.

And amidst the situation, for some reason, it feels like I can see what true friends I have. I knew I would wind up burying the guy alone, so I obviously needed help... I asked Tory if he would be willing to come out tonight, but I didn't think he wanted to be out too late. So I called Linds who came just as night fell and watched me dig the base of the hole. Decided she could only help by helping me move him, so I just took her back home. I figured I would wait till tomorrow in daylight to see what the hell I was doing and work on putting him in the hole later...

I felt like pewp. I was really looking forward to getting in some applications to look for some hiring places, so since Tory said night time prolly wasn't a good idea, we checked up on movie times and went to go see Aeon Flux (sp?) - kick ass movie, by the way (with a kick ass movie buddy!) Also managed to run my car into the curb in front of my car nearly... ROFL. Coulda hurt the thing scrape, so I checked and it was a-okay (thankfully. I would have been mauled by mom. @_@)

Anyway... felt really emo on the way back, since mom called and basically told me that I had to finish burying the dog tonight, since she was out of the town till tomorrow evening to play soldier. Since Linds was busy, and I didn't want to interrupt her plans with Andy, I called up Steven... and given the circumstances, was entirely grateful that he came to my aid in helping me bury Carabou.

...I knew he would.

I know it probably bothered him just because it was me, and considering how... the current situation was, I knew he'd come help me. I knew Lindsey would as well, but I didn't want to soil her cute little hands and interrupt her Friday night. :P But we managed, and from what it seemed (considering how the ground started to get near solid as Steven kept digging the rest of the way), Carabou is decently buried... I'm going to make checks on him to make sure nothing scrounges in the dirt...

I just hope my weekend looks up. My gramps got the ATM cards I was supposed to get (ROFL) so I'm really hoping I got some in the mail. If not, maybe gramps can try sending them to me... I could use the money this weekend. Saturday, I hope, Linds, Jared, Fae, and I are supposed to go the Johnson City to hang out with Steve and Dan (and a possible Sushi Night at Sushi Blues!! @3@) Omfg, that would be entirely awesome.

Anyway... to take the full advantage of my car - I'm probably going to go for a night drive to cool off and relax... And maybe I got those cards in (I doubt it) and grab a little cash. I could go for a hot cocoa and toasty bagel...

PS. - Sorry about the novel, again... Rofl.