Happy Birthday Mikey!
I just got a little more information from Roomie, David about the doggy door. Apparently they didn't try to break in and steal anything, but they were annoyed that the dogs were barking and they tried throwing big ass rocks at the dogs to shut them up. They were actually trying to hurt the poor puppies and and they shattered the doggy door in the process. So, it's like, WORSE in my opinion. Trying to steal stuff is one thing. It's greedy and selfish and illegal, but to try to HURT another living creature - especially a couple of cute little dogs - well, that's FUCKED up. I mean, it's really sickening to think we live right next to some assholes that want to hurt our dogs. What if they tried to throw something threw the doggy door that might have actually hurt the dogs like cyanide or something?? So, the police suggested and we agreed that the doggy door needed to go. The dogs can only go outside if we are with them from now on and we just have to watch our backs.
Bullshit isn't it?
It makes sense though because we've gotten a citation about the dogs barking too much and we figured it was the next door neighbors that complained because who else is close enough to even hear the dogs? We live on the end so there is only one set of neighbors and granted, I'm not here when the dogs are barking, so I dunno how loud they are, but I know that whenever I am home, they are quiet as little church mice. They don't make a peep unless the doorbell rings. So, I can't imagine that they are THAT loud when we are gone. I swear. I hate people. They can be so fucked up sometimes.
Anyway, today David and I are going to the Mirage to get my mom and dad half off tickets for the best show in town, Terry Fator. My mom has been dying to see him and I was thrilled to find out that David could get half off seats since he's works at the Bellagio. So, we are heading down there today to get those tickets for them and then we are heading to North Las Vegas so David can meet the cutest puppy in the world, Opey and of course give my parents the tickets. Should be fun.
Right now there is a massuese in the living room giving David an hour and a half massage so I'm trying to type as quietly as possible so I don't disturb the soundscapes musak coming from the other room. I'm praying there is no happy ending coming with this particular massage. ha ha
I'm not kidding you, he's not shy about telling me when he gets hookers. I'm just hoping he never brings one back to the crib. We both agreed that we don't want anyone to know where we live and that this place is our place of solitude. No drama, no boyfriends or girlfriends freaking out and stopping by and most of all, no cops ever! I love living in a place that is sort of off the end of the earth and nobody has any clue where it is. I literally live about 10 minutes from Lake Meade so I can totally do some sunbathing this summer and hopefully I'll meet a hot guy with a jet ski that wants to let me show off my stunts. I'm a BIG fan of jet skis. I used to own one and I'm pretty damn good. So, anyone gotta jet ski? Anyone? Anyone? I'll be here all summer so let me know :)
Hey - everyone go over to Mikey's blog and wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We love you Mikey. See ya tonight sweety!