It’s Sunday, the last day of Spring break. I haven’t posted in a week, and I’m kind of sorry about that. I have done things and I wanted to write about them, but my procrastination problem has become so bad that it’s even moved onto my blogging. That’s not good. Considering that I have a ton of homework to do and I basically haven’t started any of it. It’s so hard for me to concentrate on anything outside of school. Not that I can concentrate in school, either, but I can concentrate better since, you know, I have nothing other to do than school work. Outside of school, there are so many distractions! I wanted to read the book I need to finish by TOMORROW this morning before going out to see Sin City, but look! I’m updating my long un-updated blog.
My break was somewhat uneventful, in terms of interesting things that happened to me, but it was still pretty eventful in terms of things going on around me. Like the dog walking thing. At the beginning of the break, I was hired to walk one dog. He’s a really good dog. Nice, cute, really calm and polite and stuff…. So, yeah, he was no problem at all. Besides having to beg somebody to come with me each time so that I wouldn’t have to go alone inside that BIG house, it was fine. But then, there was the second dog walking thing.
On Monday night, at about 11:30, there was a knock at our door. My mother woke me up, because she thought that it was Russell. I wasn’t fully awake, so the fact that Russell probably isn’t stupid enough to knock on our door when everybody is asleep didn’t really sink in. I walked downstairs to the door and looked out the window. It was Derek, the guy who was watching the dog of some friends of ours. Again, I was so tired that I didn’t really realize that a guy visiting us at 11:30 at night was plain weird.
I threw off my nighttime moisturizing gloves and opened the door, trying to seem friendly. “Um… hello,” I said.
“Hi, sorry for disturbing you so late,” Derek said.
“Oh, that’s fiiiine,” I replied trying to sound like it was no problem and that it was completely normal for people to come knocking at our door in the middle of the night.
“I’ve just been mugged,” Derek said, sounding as calm as ever. “I need a ride to the hospital.”
Okay, bizarre. I let Derek in and ran upstairs to wake up my parents and tell them that Derek had been mugged. My parents woke up straight away, my father put on some pants and a shirt, and they dashed downstairs. I then went back to bed.
In the morning, I found out that Derek had been assaulted only a BLOCK away from our house. His collarbone was broken, as was his left hand. The only thing he was able to move was his thumb and index finger on his left hand. He was unable to continue walking the dog. So that job would be up to my family.
And that dog. Was the dog. FROM HELL. Seriously, he must have been inbred or in desperate need of some doggy Ritalin. No matter who was holding him, he would drag them up and down the sidewalk, having them try to keep up and trying to yank him back. He ate like ten bowls of dog food and water a day. He peed just about that much,too. Every time we came up to a person, he would lunge at them and try to pounce on them. Don’t even get me started on how hard it was to get the leash on that dog.