Canine Regrets..... & Pussy Fangs?

Had a dream about Brown.

Brown was a honey brown stray pitbull mix that adopted us. He would have been a good pet except.......that he was an escape artist and my children's dogs wanted to be like him. Had we kept Brown, he would have been my dog. During the water main break that shut off the water on my block last weekend, we left and spent Sunday night with relatives. When we came home, the house was a wreak. My children who left before I did, thought that I did not put the their dogs in their cages. I insisted that I did, but the cage doors were open. I can only surmise that Brown helped their dogs out, and I was angry. But Brown was a sweet dog that really seemed to want to please. However, he was a bit head strong too because he liked his freedom, and he wanted to sit on the furniture too.

Before Brown started following the kids home, one of their friends in the neighborhood would feed him. Since she had a lot of dogs already, she could not keep him because her dogs would not have tolerated it. Brown would hang around the house and sit on the porch. On one frigid night I felt sorry for him, with help from the kids begging to bring him in, I allowed Brown into the house. The first week was okay, until he helped the other dogs escape. The damage was done and I threw him out. But he kept hanging around the porch looking pitiful, and scaring the postman. After dropping the kids off at school, I would find him sitting at the front door. I shooed him away several times but he would come back. After hearing Brown bark at the mailman, I brought him in, and he promptly went to the basement couch and stayed out of my way.

When the kids returned home from school, they demanded why he was back in the house, and I admitted feeling sorry for him and my need to stay on our mailman's good side, especially since he is patient with the ice on our steps. I let Brown stay for two more days but after he picked a fight with one of the dogs, and curled up on my winged chair in the living room, it was time for him to go. Also with me not being employed at the moment, it was hard enough trying to feel the two dogs that we already had. We took him to the Humane Society and it was heart wrenching when the staffer told me that if Brown was not claimed in a week, he would be put to sleep since he was a pitbull mix. In my dream, Brown was lying in on the living room carpet being on his best behavior, and trying to get some affection like he usually did. When he wanted your attention, Brown would scoot along the floor until he got near you, and beam you with those sad, begging eyes as he nudged your feet.

When I woke up, I wondered if Brown was one of dogs that belonged to the former next door neighbors. They only stayed in the house for about nine months last year, and I remembered that they had two dogs; a white and a brown pitbull. Both dogs would snarl at us when we went into the backyard, but we did not see them a lot because the neighbors mainly kept them in the garage. I am now wondering if Brown got away from them and returned to our area because it was familiar to him. The dream made me realize that I felt safe and comfortable with him, and I missed Brown. I want him back, but with the woeful shape of my finances right now, I can't handle feeding him, along with the necessary shots that he would require. However, if I was blessed some money, I would go get him right away. I just hope that if that does not happen, somebody sees him and takes him on because Brown would be an asset to anyone that is able to take care of him.

Teeth

New Horror movie...the concept is interesting, too bad that it can't be used as a scare tactic........

SYNOPSIS
High school student Dawn works hard at suppressing her budding sexuality by being the local chastity group's most active participant. Her task is made even more difficult by her bad boy stepbrother Brad's increasingly provocative behavior at home. A stranger to her own body, innocent Dawn discovers she has a toothed vagina when she becomes the object of violence. As she struggles to comprehend her anatomical uniqueness, Dawn experiences both the pitfalls and the power of being a living example of the vagina dentata myth.

I rarely watch horror films. My children relish them, and sometimes cajole me into viewing one with them. The only way I can watch one if I am snuggled up close to one of them. Then I demand my daughter to sleep with me at night. She grudgingly does so sometimes............and I enjoy the warmth and security of her body, knowing that one day she will grow up and be gone.........and it seems like our roles are reversed, even for a moment....