last night i had a dream that featured that cute little ant from honey, i shrunk the kids. and no, i didn't imagine him going on some sort of blinded rampage and attacking me.

instead, he cried and asked me why i was so hell-bent on killing his family. *sigh* sometimes i wish i didn't have a conscious.

for the record (and for the peace of mind for all of those ``live and let live`` folks), i only off'ed a total of three ants. just to send a message to the others. and thus far, it seems to have worked. i haven't spotted any more, so i haven't resorted to poison and mindless squishing yet.

so as it stands now, jen 1 - ants 0 ... go me! *g*

and no, i don't fear spiders or any other kind of insect critter. just ants. the spiders i kindly escort to the garage, or just let them be. ... well, except for the occasional black widow. in the instances where i cross paths with the widows, i hire a hit man to do away with them. yeah, i'm horrible, i know. my luck, and i'll come back in another life as a damn fly or something, and have a gang of black widows slowly torture me in their web of no mercy.

but aaaaanyway. took pepper and chocolate to the dog wash today; washing any of our big boys in the tub here at home in only asking for disaster. and yeah. only about two dozen people stopped and gaped at pepper. we heard ``honey, don't go near him!`` urgently whispered by mothers and ``what kind of dog is that?!`` asked like he was a mutant, every which way we turned.

now, i know he's larger than your average bear. er, dog. he's over 100 pounds. and when he doesn't like you, he can be a bit scary. but normally he's just... well... cute. silly looking, even. certainly no menace. cause he's big, yeah. but not that big. he's no great dane. he's no mastiff by any means. he's not even got the width that you might think would come with him being half german shepherd. so altho i'm willing to admit that his height isn't that of your standard lab, and his teeth are a bit large, it's nothing to warrant all the stares and gasps and little kids screaming, ``he's going to eat me!``

i mean come on! the fact that he's more than two inches taller then me when he stands on his back feet is neat, that's not scary or freakish. right? riiight?! i dunno, maybe i'm biased. but who can tell me that this dopey dude looks mean or frightening?

that's what i thought.

but one the other hand, in many cases it's to my advantage that some people think he looks mean. with him around, there's no need for alarms of any sort, and i can go to the atm at three in the morning feeling confident and secure with him in the car. so i guess i can't complain. *g*

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