Dog Saviour.

I think I should like to take a stab at writing.
Actually, I will be forced to (one of my electives this year is creative writing-- at least I think it is), but as a fun sort of thing, writing is good.
Hmmm. I used to be into writing a lot back in the good old days of 8th grade. I took creative writing back then too...
The only problem I have is with story. It kills me in the face.
I don't know. I can't type a lot or loudly right now because my dad is upstairs and has been nagging me to go to bed, which of course, I will not do until probably 2 in the morning. And unlike me, he has ears like a wombat. And wombats, if you did not know, have very good hearing.
They are also very furry and cute.

Speaking of furry and cute, I am Dog Saviour. I was running tonight and I saw 2 fluffy things walking down the road. Once upon a time I saw a fox crossing the road that looked a little like these fluffy things, except that its fur was more wilted. Well, they walked under a street light and ta-da, they are only fluffy dogs. One was a little taller than my dog (my dog's a jack-russell terrier mix) and s/he was white, and the other was a collie mix. Possibly a bit of australian sheperd was in that one. But I saw them walking, and I looked around for an owner. There were no silhouettes. No one.
Haddon Avenue is a very busy street during the day. Cars coming and going all the time... a few weeks ago my neighbor's dog was killed on it. So I walk over to the dogs with Vivi, knowing that they would go to greet her and hopefully give me a chance to get a hold of their collars. They do come and greet her (aka sniffing her face and butt) and I do get them to the safer side of the street, but the white one was all barking and freaking out on Vivi. And then they both just started walking fast away. So damn.
And then a car pulls up to me, the people ask if the dogs were mine, I say no, and they ask if I could help them get the dogs into their car so that they could drive them to the police station.
OF COURSE I'll get them!!!
After a bit of chasing them down the street and me saying "No! No! Sit! Waaaaait!" to the dogs and "STOP! AGGH," to cars going by, we finally get them to the street corner and have them stay a little bit. The collie mix was a very nice dog. S/he sat down for me and let me pet him and pick him up and put him into the car. The white one was a little bitch. I ran circles around that fucking car trying to get him. Eventually he got tired and laid down, and I rubbed his belly. When I tried picking HIM up though, he spazzed on me and did some pretend biting. Well then, you little ho.
More running around in circles. FINALLY, when Vivi was away from the open car door, the fucking white dog jumped in. It was a cute dog.
But I wanted to be mean to it. Like flick it in the nose.

And that is my dog saving story. Bad news was that neither of them had collars.

So ho hum. I have a song in my heart and love in my soul. I have the inspiration to paint again and school starts Tuesday. Argh.

P.S. Dingos are really cute too.

Here is my list of love:
Art
Dogs/Animals
Trees
Books
Tea

I have more love up my pocket, but those are my tippy toppy loves.

Oh, and P.S.S... Next entry will have art.