Im not just an angry victim
2003-11-28 - 9:49 p.m.

I like Christmas specials. Well, mostly just the cartoons. The rest are only occasionally really good and not terribly cheesy. I’m watching Frosty Returns right now and I’m not decided on it yet. The characters look a lot like those of the Peanuts kids; different than the original Frosty The Snowman, the voices are wrong, and the humor is almost too obvious, but its still not too bad. Look at me, critiquing a Christmas cartoon…sheesh.

I was going to save this for a “hearing and not reading” conversation, but I can’t keep this to myself any longer. I have this neighbor who is a little old man probably in his early 90s, living in a house with his son and a pond surrounded by trees. He’s some kind of doctor who used to live in California, I think maybe a brain surgeon or an optometrist. When I was younger he would always be out walking with his golden retriever know as “red dog”, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a hat. He was so tiny and boney and frail looking but you know he’s fit. Anyway, over time the doctor aged, red dog aged, and the pond turned green and disgusting. The other day Tanya drove by his house and thought she saw something a little… red, in the pond. She drove back by and confirmed her fears of it being red dog. So we get my dad to call to tell them the bad news in case they didn’t know about their beloved four legged friend. He called and told the son that he didn’t want to ruin his Thanksgiving, but he thought their golden retriever was in the pond. The man wasn’t surprised, his was response was “Oh, well actually…the dog died three weeks ago and he liked the water so much we decided to give him a ‘burial at sea’”. Yeah, my dad couldn’t even say anything except that he had to go. How disgusting is that to throw your dead dog into an already disgusting scummy pure green pond and then after a few weeks he floats to the top! All of my neighbors are just nuts.