#it's like heeler. cur. hound. mastiff or something

[beaversatemygrandma]

Today was GOOD.

So. First off, I got a job interview with a BANK. BANK. GUYS A PROPER CAREER TYPE JOB. It was a phone interview and me and the person were enjoying talking to each other. I can count money and have been told I'm easy to talk to. Win-win here. Seems like all that was required. Just have a background check and I have a good feeling about this one. :3c Fuck getting turned down at panera. Fuck restaurant service. BANK. Now to hope that having non-existent credit and me being in-person eventually doesn't fuck me over. I want this so bad. Real job. ohhh it's a real fucking job.

Also. My bf's sister picked up a dog today. This one's a story. She was driving home early this morning and she watched somebody put this 6 month old puppy on the back of their open tailgate of a truck and drive off, essentially launching the puppy into the bushes. She immediately pulls over, picks up the dog, Which apparently required untangling her from thorny vines and such, put the dog in her car, and took it home. This dog. An absolute damn sweetheart. She's young, she's calm, she's well-behaved. She will straight up cuddle with you. She's a blue merle, seemingly purebred, catahoula leopard dog. We think she was a rejected hunting hound. Somebody who didn't take the training right and was too shy to be a hunting dog or something. I mean, that stuff happens out here. It's common. But a gorgeous catahoula? She's so pretty and well cared for. Anyways, due to my bf's sister not being allowed to have any pets here (has de-house-trained a dog before), she's what their mom calls a "Time Share Dog". We're all essentially splitting up responsibilities here, and because we're the most active and basically missing the schedule of daily walks with Tabby, uh, this may be a mostly around us dog. I've already walked her around the property, gave her Tabby's old squeaky ball (which she loves), and the treats that Tabby never liked (Tabby didn't like sweet potato. They were dried sweet potato sticks wrapped in bacon and she'd rip the bacon off and leave me with a wet sweet potato.) Rosie is loving those. His sister is very much under the impression of "her dog" but honestly, it's now their mom's dog under our supervision most of the time. She'll just take Rosie on rare adventures and give her pretty collars and such. And give her the baths thankfully. About it really.

Anyways, partial owner of an adorable hound now. I already taught her "down" because that was a big issue. She jumped. A lot. And bf's sister has a 4yo and this dog will get big. Such a smart dog and already knows how to sit and come. Though, there's a chance she didn't have a name or was just called 'puppy' because that's what she responds to. She really does seem like a pick of a litter that failed the hunting training. She'll be a damn perfect house dog though.

#taks speaks #a dog and a possible job? FUCK YES #literally fuck going after my old job. this is a lifetime job possibility #I could be a bank teller and work my way up and learn everything i need to there and if i ever want to leave. then boom. fantastic ref #good job. good pay. hopefully has medical and dental. likely has pto. guaranteed sundays off #reasonable hours bc BANK. like they're only open 9-5 anyways #no night driving to work for me #that will be great. perfectly fine and blank slate background do not fail me now #also the dog is so strange. very much looks like a purebred #but purebred and catahoula don't go together very well because it's a specific mix of a louisiana hound dog #it's like heeler. cur. hound. mastiff or something #idk. they're hunting dogs and surprisingly uncommon out this way #they're boar hunting dogs. and deer and mountain lions.. #BIG DOG. anyways