this time it's my dog

my dog's no lexus. he's not refined or dignified or luxurious. he's just a rompadilly gluttonous manipulative JACK.

but i love him.

look he's eating that pig ear so fast that he's blurry.

anyways, this time a bird decided to poop on him while he was out taking a walk. my mom's standing right next to him, and there's tons of open concrete all around him, but the dropping just falls smack in the middle of his back. white liquid with a black, solid center - kinda like a chocolate truffle, i guess. poop colored to match. even when shat on, my dog is stylish.

does this bode well for the chungs?

apparently so, because my parents found someone who's willing to fix the car and hound the insurance company for the money that should cover the damages.

yay doggles.

So depressed

my goldfish died today.

on their way in today, my dad shouted, "i'm going to be rich!" i glanced at the still totaled Lexus in our driveway, and then looked at my mom.

"he stepped in dog shit today. and none of the garages will look at our car. no one's willing to fix it."

he'd bought the Lexus with his first big paycheck from the software company he'd worked for 10 years ago. since then that company has gone under because the base of their product had been stolen from a rival company.

great weather today, though.

it's time for the holidays.