Forgot About Holly
I forgot about her, until somebody reminded me of her today. Pardon me for the boring dribble, but she is the perfect example why so many people love dogs. Even me, and I hate dogs *makes screwey face*
About 2 years ago, a few days before Christmas, I got a phone call from Deltona, Florida. It was a man who saw my name on a list for adopting a rescue dog. I was actually looking for a Collie, but he had a Golden Retriever and wanted to ask anyhow. She was found a few months before after she ran away from New Orleans, Louisiana!! He said he called the number on her flower shaped metallic blue tag and found out all about her. The owner had no IDEA how she ended up in Florida, but the lady was broke and older, and was unable to get the dog back. So, I agreed to make the over 6 hour round trip the following Saturday with traffic POURING into Orlando that day… see, that Saturday was Christmas Eve.
When Emma and I got there, she waddled her fat little butt over and slid to our feet as her hind legs plopped beside her. I said I'll take her, and off we went. She sat in my lap the entire trip back. She was all over me, the steering wheel, the dashboard, and LOVING the attention. We got back to the house, and that night she slept with us at the foot of our bed. And very early Christmas morning, 3 am or so, the light flashed on in my room. And there he was. He looked so fucking angry. Jesus man, how fucked up is that. *shudders what a freak how do I find these people?* and BOOM! There Holly was, at the foot of my bed, and suddenly she got up and I heard her rumble, and it was then I realized how huge she looked, and how safe she made me feel.
I would always kid around, how odd I get a dog named Holly, on Christmas Eve, and just so happens that night my ex breaks into my house. Dear god, it almost seems eerie, doesn’t it?
She got fleas in the house and I tried EVERYTHING for those stupid things, expensive shit from the Vet, carpet spray, they were eating us alive because the lady next door had 9 stupid wiener dogs that she never took care of. I can only imagine the little wee black bugs swarming into my yard by the trillions. And to top it off, Holly was locked up ALL day, I felt so bad for her, that I sent her to stay outside. It was a big yard with a fence, and she was able to go to the bathroom whenever she wanted and play or dig a hole under the oak tree. Emma would play with her everyday after work, it was perfect.
I didn't pay much attention to her later on. I feel bad about it really. I had a family of 5 stay with me for a while because they had nowhere to go. Even their very well off family was tired of supporting them and wouldn't give them a place to crash. That dog loved it and the 3 kids giving him constant attention all day. It seemed like ages and they still didn't get their own place, and they were trashing mine, such as ripping my white leather couch and so on, so I asked them to respect my things, and they told me they wanted to leave, and I didn’t stop them, so they did. I ended up bleaching my carpet I dunno how many times. Thank god for Berber.
Shortly thereafter, Holly went missing. Somebody across the street told me some guy came in a truck and just loaded her into the back and took her. I miss that poor dog. I'm sorry Holly I didn't pay enough attention to you. I'm sorry I made you sleep outside because I didn't want to be bothered with fleas. God, I feel so guilty about that poor dog. I have the WORST luck with pets. I am always screwing them over. I should tell you one day how many pets I got killed or lost. Eek!
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