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Ok.. since I’ve been gone Tumblr has changed shit all around.. How do I add Url images to text posts?? I tried html but it won’t edit properly!!! GRRR
So.. Last week a beautiful brown sheep-dog decided I owned it and followed me over three Km to my horses and all the way home, thus began the adventure with “Sylvia” (yes I name homeless dogs).
My friend, let’s call her Mona, happened to call up so I did the only responsible thing.. I put the dog, now named Sylvia, in the boot. We drove to our village, Castlegregory, so I could ask my cousin if she recognized Sylvia, she didn’t so we put her in the car too. The neighbors think we were dealing drugs because we stood around the boot of the car whispering and pointing into it, then we kidnapped a minor.
We drove back towards where I had found Sylvia and up to, my friend, lets call him Bob’s, house to ask him if he knew the dog. Same shady looking activities. he didn’t know so we kidnapped him too.
We drove a little ways down the road to a farm and asked if they knew the dog. They did! They said she was belonging to their neighbor and pointed at a little white house. We quickly went there and looked for somewhere to tie up the dog as nobody was home, Mona and my cousin stayed in the car.Bob had tried the back door and it was open.. right into the kitchen. We looked at each other, and in a moment of total understanding, threw Sylvia into the house, slammed the door and ran.
It was not the right house…
Today my step-mom blocked up my toilet with dog poo, no I do not feel the need to elaborate.
Today I sat down and worked out that in one year, since 02/03/2012, I have lived in three countries, dated an ex-prostitute, dated a guy whose best friend was a prostitute/stripper, lived with someone I met on a bus, made friends with a professional clown, rescued a kitten, shot a kangaroo, ramped a van over a ditch, fallen out of a tractor, suffered from mild frostbite, spent a week on either a train, plane or ferry, saved a foal worth over a million dollars, was hit and run by a digger, house broke a chicken and back handed a man on a train.
These are just the highlights!
What the fuck is up with my life??