Spooky Dog Is Spooky
Aug. 8th, 2009 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I'm sitting here, alone for a change - Rob went to bed at 10. Chelsie just wakes up & starts growling at nothing. It's kind of really freakin' creepy, too.
I was hoping when we got her that Chelsie would have a hound dog's belling voice, that clear ringing bay... Nope. She barks - deep and loud. You'd think she was a Rottweiler or something with her big chesty bark.
Her growling, though - that's something else. If I had a way to record it I would. I can't even properly describe her growl. It's like no other dog I've ever heard. It sounds distinctly demonic, almost as if she's summoning something from the pits of Hell. When she's done she starts licking her chops as if whatever she said left a bad taste in her mouth. It's hair-raising to be sitting here in dead silence & then she wakes up w/that idling-Harley-Davidson-ridden-by-Beelzebub growl.
I'm trying to think of what I can go stuff in my head. I've got to get blood work done tomorrow, but the earliest appointment I could get was 3:30 in the afternoon, so from 3:30am til 3:30pm, no food. Fuck me. I feel like I'm being held hostage by my doctor - she insists on me getting bloodwork done every 90 days & will only fill a prescription for 90 days & won't refill it w/out the bloodwork. But, she's the only fucking doctor I know of who is open one Saturday per month. To top it all off, I have to get her to sign a release form so I can have the kidney stone removed. I wish I had some kind of mad skills that were useful to the Canadiens so I could become a citizen & reap the benefits of socialized medicine. Pleh.
I was hoping when we got her that Chelsie would have a hound dog's belling voice, that clear ringing bay... Nope. She barks - deep and loud. You'd think she was a Rottweiler or something with her big chesty bark.
Her growling, though - that's something else. If I had a way to record it I would. I can't even properly describe her growl. It's like no other dog I've ever heard. It sounds distinctly demonic, almost as if she's summoning something from the pits of Hell. When she's done she starts licking her chops as if whatever she said left a bad taste in her mouth. It's hair-raising to be sitting here in dead silence & then she wakes up w/that idling-Harley-Davidson-ridden-by-Beelzebub growl.
I'm trying to think of what I can go stuff in my head. I've got to get blood work done tomorrow, but the earliest appointment I could get was 3:30 in the afternoon, so from 3:30am til 3:30pm, no food. Fuck me. I feel like I'm being held hostage by my doctor - she insists on me getting bloodwork done every 90 days & will only fill a prescription for 90 days & won't refill it w/out the bloodwork. But, she's the only fucking doctor I know of who is open one Saturday per month. To top it all off, I have to get her to sign a release form so I can have the kidney stone removed. I wish I had some kind of mad skills that were useful to the Canadiens so I could become a citizen & reap the benefits of socialized medicine. Pleh.
