Post Hallow Update

This may get long, Halloween over. Thank god. I had fun but one thing really fucked it up for me. Photos and video below, but no skipping, you have to know what happened.

I was decorating and of course the greedy fleas were already circling, 5 of them being from the new neighbor house. What IS it with the Jeff house that mandates at least a half dozen fucking kids? They were being curious vultures and chatting me up while I was thinking "scat, go get your costumes, I'm doing shit." They mournfully kept mentioning they hadn't a pumpkin, and stroking the few uncarved ones I had. I said to ask their mom, but they could take one if it was ok. I was DONE carving pumpin-kins.

After a bit they came back to beg one and I flopped the big one on them and said to get lost, but they insisted their mother said they could only carve it if they returned it. I told them I never wanted to see the thing again, it was a gift.

I went to my studio to rest a minute and got to surfing my websites, and I come out .... front door wide open. Dogs ... boom ... fucking GONE. I went on meltdown. I was about to get into my costume and had had a drink or two, where I would never consider driving but my dogs were loose somewhere and I know how they love to run under moving vehicles.

I am still.... not quite ok.

I'm screaming up and down the streets asking anyone if they saw some dogs and .... cmon you all have seen my dogs, they are pretty fucking obvious. The worst answer I got when I asked "Have you seen a spotted dog?" The answer was "No, not recently." Wtf. Anyway.

I go back home and someone has called saying they caught Simon. I was Nascar-ing it around the block. The man waves me in and has a trail of tiny dashounds behind him. I'm like "That's not Simon" and he points, to where there Simon sat with a look (you parents out there have seen it) knowing he was beyond busted for running off.

Back in the car for Delilah, asking the trick or treating kids if they've seen her and sure enough, bitch is trotting down the sidewalk 3 miles away heading towards the Casino. Insert a massive, and I mean MASSIVE string of expletives ordering her into the car.

I then went to tears. I was SO scared they'd be killed or stolen or otherwise never home again. That feeling.... wow. Frantic is not the word. You all have felt it, you are in control until you know things are ok then you lose it and begin to cry.

That's when I began to get angry. And I remain very, very, very ...... VERY angry. When home one of the Jeff brood said wayyyyyy too casually

"Did you find your dogs?"

Imagine my face and how my hands rose to strangle him as my eyes went huge and instantly red with fury

"Did you let them out?" I asked. He just stared at me. He knew he'd done something wrong but instead of ringing the bell and admitting he'd fucked up, he let them run off and ran off himself like a pussy inable to own up.

"You know they could have died. You can't just walk into people's homes! What is wrong with you!" again controlling myself not to fly across the yard, kick his ass, then kick his mom's ass for not controlling her clan who doesn't have a lick of sense. Those are my fucking babies, you all know on a sinking raft I'd probably save them over anyone I know.

I left it there because I knew MR. Morgan was speeding home, scared they would be killed too, and that HE was going to be the one to deal with this shit, as I was, and am still in no sanity of mind to handle it rationally. Two missing dogs home = wonderful...... ass beating on a fucking breaking and entering brat? Priceless.

Ok photo time. The night went off fine and I had some fantastic company, thanks to Bosslady's Daughter for the filmwork. Note to Anon. from a while back.... nope my lashes are still not fake.

Exhausted by it and by loading all this. I want comments. Like .... a bunch.

-DM