the bitch is back

Trick or Treating with the kids and their friends this year was pretty great

It was a drizzly, dark day – but not cold at all
Picture perfect Halloween weatherIMG_0601
We’d normally leave the dogs outside (in the backyard) if we’re going to be gone a few hours
But we weren’t sure how much it would rain
And Fluffy is a pussy
So we left them inside

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Diamond and I went back to our house a few hours later to change out of our itchy, polyester Smurf outfits, while the kids were at our neighbor’s house, where we were all meeting back for dinner

Imagine our WHAT-THE-FUCK faces when we walked up to our front door
To find it wide open **, and Fluffy barking like a nutter
And Eva nowhere in sight

Careful what you wish for, you guys.

All I could think of was, no way am *I* going to be the one to tell the kids that their dog
a) got out
b) got hit by a car
c) is never coming back
d) all of the above

While Diamond stood out in the driveway and did his best Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Deisre, screaming, “E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-VAaaaaaahhhhh!!!”

I grabbed the keys to his car and started driving slowly through our subdivision

I stopped groups of trick-or-treaters whenever I saw them, to ask if they’d seen a little black dog

Of course they hadn’t
At that point, it was pitch black out, and Eva is faster than lightening.
If she WAS still alive, she’d be a little black-blur-of-fur darting in and out of people’s yards
Probably thinking this was the best game of hide and seek ever

I turned into a street to see a police car parked with it’s light’s flashing
jammed on the brakes and went up the footpath slowly pulled over and parked nicely, remembering at that moment to also put my seatbelt on because I didn’t want to be arrested on the night my dog died
While wearing a Smurf costume
No prison bitch was going to make a Smurfette sandwich out of me
Blue is the new orange…..no thank you

Some trick-or-treaters that I nearly ran over were close by, walked up to the car
I asked if they’d seen a little black dog with white markings on her chest
“Yep”, they said
“She’s in the back of that police car”

Part of me thought they were messing with me
But the drunk other part of me that knows Eva, KNOWS she is totally the kind of dog to go and and party so hard that she’d score a ride home in a police car
I threw open my door
Ran over to the police car and banged on his door

“Do you have a black dog?”
“What sort of black dog?”, he said
I looked in his backseat. “The kind you have sitting in the back of your car” you douche

He wound down the back window
Can dog’s throw themselves?
‘Cause Eva THREW herself through that open window into my arms

I may have cried
But NOT because I love her
Only because I was so relieved to not have to give my kids the “Your dog died and now Halloween is ruined forever” speech

When Eva got out, she wasn’t wearing tags
I know, that’s stupid….but I swear she eats them
EATS. THEM.
Hers and Fluffy’s

Today I went and got them new ones
It took longer than it should have
Because hello, how the fuck do you work this thing?
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You type in their name
I decided to just use her first name
Also, Evil Eva the Diva Motherfucker didn’t fit anywayIMG_0781

Fluffy is wearing his proudly
He’s such a good dog it’s ridiculous
I mean, our front door was open for HOURS and he never left
We still can’t quite believe that he didn’t leave
Just sat their, scaring the shit out of trick-or-treaters that were stupid brave enough to walk up to our (open) door with a 150 pound frenzied ball of fur growling at themIMG_0779
Eva, seen here giving me her best side-eye, hasn’t eaten hers (or Fluffy’s yet)
But really, it’s only a matter of timeIMG_0808
She hasn’t met anything, including metal chains, that she can’t treat as a mealIMG_0807
And yeah, I’ll say it
It would have sucked had things not turned out OK
We got lucky
Sooooo lucky
She’s still a little shit, and thinks the kitchen floor is her toilet
But she loves to groom Fluffy and sucks up his massive amounts of drool and slobber before it hits the walls, floor and yes, ceiling
It’s a full time job and a pretty rank thing to watch her do…. she just puts her head in his mouth and ughhhh….you know that suction-tube thing that they put in your mouth at the dentist?
She’s like a farting version of that
So Fluffy loves her
The girls adore her
In Diamond’s eyes she can do no wrong
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And me?
I went looking for her didn’t I?
OK, whatever…I might love her a bit
Ask me again in the morning when I’m picking up her poo and accidentally leaving the front door open

 



** Not sure who didn’t close our door properly, yes I do it was totally Diamond but it wasn’t me!

in my ears, november 15

tweeted this morning

And I have called his cell at least 20 times since then

Just to fuck with him check that it’s working

To add to his Bieber-fever – I just downloaded the new Justin Bieber Christmas album

I’ve been playing it, on repeat, for the last 2 hours

Loud

Macaroni and Magoo are stoked, and a running around saying, “…Mummy’s the greatest!”

Three guesses what Diamond is running around saying..

like she needs to be more like him

The girls are getting their Nanna & Poppy time in on this trip

Big time

Like, every day

Which is a whole pile of awesome for everyone

It’s a big ol’ mutual admiration society going on over here

But for anyone that reads this blog regularly

And knows about my youngest daughter, Magoo

How cute & spunky she is

Yes, cute & spunky is code for – Oh sweet Jesus if turns out anymore like my Dad we are all fucked – fucked I say!

You’d understand my trepidation & concern of her excess Poppy time

She  already lives by the DILLIGAF motto FAR to much for her Mummy’s liking

But I couldn’t separate them if I tried

They’re like Papa Smurf & Baby Smurf

Sonny & mini Cher

Laurel & Hardy the midget

Dad’s been working hard at educating the girls with as much ‘Australiana’ as he can

He loves that they live in Chicago and all that that entails

Annual trips to the U.S to see them

The awesome little ‘gansta’ accents they have

But he’s always been determined that they should know as much as he can teach them about their Aussie heritage

And the girls, in turn, are complete sponges

Hanging on his every word

He’s like a walking encyclopedia of Australia and it’s history

Ask a question – he’ll know the  answer

He’s also trying hard to instill in them, important life lessons about growing up in the bush

I don’t have the heart to tell him that some of his outback ‘ways’

Are lost on a couple of little city chicks from Chicago

But I’m happy let him keep sharing his chunks of Poppy wisdom with them

Like, “Never squat for a shit poop while you’re wearing spurs”