About me

umeå, västerbotten, Sweden
Girl who wishes to live in a castle at the mountain Montserrat but probably will stay put in a bigger city for later going in peace on the countryside. Loves to play with words, and pictures, telling stories. My story begins in Umeå and will finish who knows where, since I love waking up in new places.

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fredag 3 juli 2009

People with their fucking crazy dogs

I forgot to tell you about my last night, well, at work it was pretty boring just as this night. I have nothing to do, I just finished reading all the blogs, all the newspapers, gossip papers, everything. Now i'm back in the djungle of finding a nice haircolor, yes, there are no stop for me. I still want to do something different, lika a red-blonde haircolor, but I want my hair to relax.

Anywho, this was not what I was suppose to write about, it was about last night, when I was going to talk to open corner or what it's called. I was walking, and I saw this old man on my way walking his dog, didn't bother that much but the dog looked like a mean son of a bitch. I dislike poodles because many of them are so bitchy, like most of the small dogs. After I made my shopping I was going to make my way back to work, once again I met this man with his dog, but this time I got a bad feeling, sometimes this happen. I could see how he was going to unleash the dog, and maybe do it on purpose, and the fucking dog was running right in front of me. He was showing his teeth and barking, and after I while he starts to jump and try to bite me. In panic I was screaming in Swedish, the old man, said, no pasa nada. NO PASADA!? I was so close to get biten and propably get rabies. I was so scared on my way back, because it felt like taken from a nightmare, and that the dog was still running after me. I was looking around my shoulder the whole time, and even a car's signal made me scared. Usually I'm not scared of dogs, I'm still not, but I had a bad feeling over that dog. It wasn't a small poodle, it was a middle sized one, but it was really going to bite me. Like if there wasn't enough with guys hunting you in the streets, now the dogs are running after you.

Well, I don't like my guts, because I think I can track when something bad is about to happen. My head plays like a scenario in my head, in some weird way, before. It sounds really strange, but it's the truth. Enough about the truth, now I'm going to the toilette.

Now I'm back. I'm for sure not going to have a dog, it's like a baby, you have to take care of it for a long time. If it's a disciplined, well - fine, but there are almost none of them because of their owners are too stupid to have a dog. Sorry, but that's just how it is.

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