i currently have a wimpering dog in my room.  he's locked in his cage but now he's starting to bark it up.  how did i get the dog you ask?

well...one of the poets' lady friends that is a stripper got her the dog when it was on its deathbed.  the white folks that stay with the poet, saved the dogs life, then decided to keep it.  the stripper wanted it back but didn't fight to hard to keep it. some of the folks that tried to save it are getting annoyed by the dog chewing shoes and them being home with it, and the dog basically being a dog.

then my life saving roomies decided to take the dog in for a while until the other house decides what they're going to do about the dog.  great plan!  the thing is that our house is the only one with a fence so the dog can get out and run and play.  its a puppy so he's not so big and actually cute, but last night was his first night hear, and he started crying at like 2am when someone went to the bathroom and didn't stop.  he started that crap again, so i just put his whole kennel in my room.  he was in the hall, but i think he likes to sleep with people around.  i don't care as long as he doesn't stink.

save the whole americorp rules that we are not allowed to have pets of any kind, people really like to push the damn limits around here.  there was a big discussion after work tuesday on what to do with the dog, but the conversation in essence should have never come about.

point:  the dogs name is tiger.  he's cute.  i'd like for him to stay if he's not a hassel.
(he's calm now.)