Finally.... someone to blame for all the urine on the floor

Introducing the newest housemate in the poofter townhouse - Miss Poppi;

She pisses all over the floor and chews on the coffee table, but she's fucking cute.

You're OK with my naturist lifestyle right?

Well my long and often deadly search for a new place to live has finally come to an end.

OK, so it wasn't that long a search. I only spent about three hours checking out listings on line (avoiding the one that stated "I'm a nudist and expect you to be the same"), and actually only visited three places, so it wasn't too taxing.

House one was nice - he was straight, muscle-bound and very chatty. He slipped into conversation that he was at Global Gathering the weekend before and completely off his chops. That immediately put my hackles up - I could imagine him being an angry violent man when he comes down off his drug binges, and I don't want to live like that. Plus his house had a funky smell to it.

House two was just a dump. Horrible wallpaper, horrible yard, horrible bathroom and kitchen. I think the girl knew it wasn't for me. I didn't stick around very long.

House three was the best - 3 bedroom town house with air con and a pool. Pay TV and broadband internet included in the rent and a nice long-term gay couple to share with. I instantly got a good vibe off them and we chatted for almost an hour.

And Jesus actual likes me this week, because house three have accepted me as their new housemate and I move in on the 20th.

I'm very relieved that I've found somewhere. Now the cleaning and packing beings in earnest.

But the sad thing about all of this that my poor puppy has to go live with my parents again. Mum isn't too pleased about it, but I think dad is secretly happy to have her back. Though she drives me insane sometimes with her digging and whining, she's my pup and I love spending time with her. But she'll have more company with my semi-retired parents around the house all day.

It'll be a sad day when I drop her off and leave her behind.

"A rare and unfortunate accident"

From news.com.au;

"A NEW York dog owner reportedly watched in horror as his terrier, still on the lead, was sucked up by a street-sweeping truck and killed.

Ginger, a Boston Terrier, was killed in the Bronx on Thursday, the Associated Press reported.
Owner Robert Machin said he was about to put his two dogs into the car after a walk when the truck went past, AP said.

Mr Machin said he was suddenly whipped around and saw Ginger (centre ugly dog) being swallowed by the sweeper's bristles. "I went berserk at that moment because I couldn't believe what had occurred," he said.

He and his friends had to chase the truck before it would stop and he could pull out the dog's body.

The Department of Sanitation called the incident "a rare and unfortunate accident". "

I must be a cruel, heartless man, because this made me laugh. But then I felt guilty at laughing, so I musn't be that bad.