Life has its perks, Steve Jobs is dead and that’s sad, and it’s Snowing at the pound

Dear Mr. Steve Jobs,

Thank you for the cool computer. And phone. And iPod. And stuff.

Love, June

In other news–

I got a percolator! At least one of you told me to in the comments so I threw caution to the wind. Well. More specifically, I threw 42 dollars to Target.

It is in there making perk-perk-perk sounds as we speak. Which we aren't. But you know what I mean. It's so cool! Percolators are a sound from my childhood. Am expecting a teensy Piglet figurine on my cereal spoon today, too.

Did anyone else have one of those? It must have come in some cereal but I am unsure.

Oh! And in case you read my comments last night, listen to THIS!

I was strolling with the curs last night, as I am wont to do (one of my neighbors and I were chatting when the snooty spaniel woman walked by last night, and the neighbor watched my dogs hurl themselves and foam at the mouth and show their dumb teeth and he said, "Those dogs need a lot of work." Yeah. Thanks for that news flash), and I passed the Snowflake house.

"Kin we pet yer dawgs?!" they screamed, as they always do.

Rogervizzits (Here they are, tormenting Roger, in case you've forgotten them)

"Where's Snowflake?" I asked, as I always do. It is never worth it to go over there if Snowflake is out, as then it just War of the Noses, with everyone barking and being appalled and picketing funerals and so forth.

"SNOWFLAKE'S AT THE POUUUND!" they all screamed.


Their nipple-ring dad ambled over, although I am relieved to tell you he had on a shirt yesterday.

"Either Snowflake or Goldilocks bit the mailman. They got out," said Nipple-Ring, looking sad. "They told me it'd be 600 dollars to get 'em out and I don't have that kinda money."

Those dogs are always getting out. They have a chihuahua named Pedro, who you notice I have never once mentioned because I could not be more indifferent to Pedro, plus it annoys me because twice I have tried to catch him to return him and he's a speedy em eff. Anyway, Pedro spends more time out of the fence than in.

"I'll see you guys later!" I said, stampeding for home.

"WHAT'S YOUR DAD'S NAME?" the littlest one, who is a button–have I mentioned that?– called after me. Those kids are fascinated by my every move. I have no idea why.

I ignored her, in case she was trying to steal my identity or something, and raced home. The dogs were all, "What Sam Hill is mom hurry?"

How fast did I get to the dang pound, do you think? Did I have any idea what I was gonna do once I got there? No. But I cannot STAND the thought of those dogs in the pound. They are good dogs. They do not BITE. I mean, maybe they DID bite the mailman but I pretty much petted Snowflake over her fence every day for two years and she never remotely even showed me a fang.

Yeah. Stupid pound. Do you know what their dumb hours are? Noon to six. NOON TO SIX. How are those even hours?

Am totally going there at noon today, and does anyone want a dog?


I Noflake. Noflake assure you no maleman bitin' occurred.

And in closing. In summation. Finally. Thanks for participating in Chunks of Wisdom or whatever…the part that surprised me the most? That y'all are partial to certain kinds of ketchup. Really? I never notice a difference.

You also seemed to be loyal to Coke products…



And you were almost religious about either Twizzlers or Red Vines. Which is another topic of indifference for me. Ketchup, licorice and Pedro. All "eh" topics for June.

Okay, will give a Snowflake report as conditions warrant. I promise you those dogs are sweet and if anyone is interested please alert me. Goldilocks looks just like Snowflake except (wait for it) gold. Those genetics, man. They work every time.



Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

138 thoughts on “Life has its perks, Steve Jobs is dead and that’s sad, and it’s Snowing at the pound”

  1. Sorry you didn’t find ‘noflake, but hopefully he was adopted by a great family.
    Not judging the Nipperlings though, kids look clean and happy, and ‘noflake had ID tag on and rabies tag(?) as well.


  2. Okay forgive me for watching too much CSI but how does the mailman not know which dog bit him?
    Do these dogs look even remotely alike?
    Snow’s Daddy’s story doesn’t ring true. Hope you get good news and spring the ‘flake from the pound.


  3. PJ – I’m happy to report that there is a sidewalk memorial outside the Apple store on Michigan Av in Chicago.
    I wish we knew for sure, but I bet any money those dogs were adopted. I just hope the neighbors don’t get new dogs to replace them.


  4. Mary Lou, I got a Ford Fiesta, love it. I was looking into getting a Fiat 500, but the dealer is 2 hours away and I don’t want the hassle if I need the car to be serviced.
    I love my little car, it has this cool sync thing, where it connects to my cell phone so I can make handsfree phone calls. Everything is voice activated, do not have that figured out, it keeps calling the wrong people because it does not understand me. I tell it to call Darlene and it calls Andrea. Must be the accent. Now I somehow pushed a button and it will only speak spanish to me.
    Thank you for all the tips on how to deal with my stinky dog, I checked on him during lunch and almost died from the stench in the house. No husband anymore to shoot the skunk, I am not sure if I could actually do it myself, I just hope it moves somewhere else.


  5. Oh, damn, this sucks so bad.
    I agree with some here, that they might take great care of their kids but not their pets. It seems like kind of a rural ignorance sort of thing, where people pay their pets very little attention and the pets kind of just run wild. When their pets get hit by a car or dig under a fence, the people just go get another pet…and they don’t change anything they were doing or not doing before. (Bitter? A little. I’ve seen this many times.)
    I am so sorry those sweet dogs were not there. I’m feeling incredulous that the shelter would not tell you whether the dogs were adopted. Why the damn secrecy? They should be grateful some people (you) are so caring and concerned.
    On another note, “iFuneral” and the Princess Di comments have me cracking up.


  6. I’m convinced Noflake and Goldilocks were adopted. If “the other thing” (I can’t even think it, let along type it), had happened, I think they would have told you in an attempt to get you to adopt one of the other dogs so “it” wouldn’t happen to them too.


  7. Really. It’s not a closed adoption where you’ll all turn up on Oprah in five years to reunite.


  8. Really. It’s not a closed adoption where you’ll all turn up on Oprah in five years to reunite.


  9. Really. It’s not a closed adoption where you’ll all turn up on Oprah in five years to reunite.


  10. Hello tall, dark and handsome. How about a steep over?


  11. Oh you guys…I’m heartbroken.
    June and I had devised a plan to have June break Snowflake out (I’d pay for it) and then June was going to take her for a couple months and then I was going to drive down to NC and pick up Snowflake and take her to live with me in MA. I want a dog so badly. Our house is EMPTY without any dogs. i don’t know what to do with myself without dogs.
    Anyway, if anyone out there in the world has Snowflake, I’ll pay you $600 to give her to me.


  12. Whaddya mean they can’t tell you?!?! It’s a dog, not medical records on your ex-husband (hi Marvin).
    I bet the fireman can find out. Or knows someone who knows someone who can find out.


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