note to self: don't eat salad, don't smell salad, don't even think about salad

i almost had a heart attack yesterday...well, i got really scared. it all started when we decided to take the dogs to the dog park. harmless fun, right? WRONG!

my sweet little bundle of love, gator, decided that he wanted to protect his mommy and daddy by mauling a golden retreiver. the other dog came running towards us like he was a kamikaze about to blow us up, but callie and gator got up and chased him and tried to knock him over. callie stopped when we told her to(and she's the mean one), but gator, my sweet little boy, wouldn't stop. he chased him about 50 yards with me running after him screaming and finally he stopped after an old women sprayed him with water. so i got him and leashed him up and took him home. he acted like he didn't do anything wrong. i guess he was just trying to protect us.

so needless to say, we are not going back there again. plus, they probably won't let us in.

anywho, i am at work and lucky for me (not) these people brought in lots of salad and onions and nasty stinky crap to put on the salad and i HATE salad, salad dressing... salad anything. let's just say i had a bad experience in the 8th grade. a combination of salad and cheesecake left me so miserably sick over christmas in 8th grade, that i will NEVER eat either again. so the smell in here is unbearable. i have been trying to hold it down all day. i need to get some fresh air. i still think about the night we got our christmas tree in 8th grade at my jr. high school where i threw up in the parking lot. ah, memories.

dave song du jour: grey street