Life is Becoming Interesting

Well, it's 01:30, the end of a very interesting day. My canine companions are tranquil, for a change. Otis' neck is healed, he still has that shaved area, hardly noticeable. Portia may or may not be having pups in the next few weeks, another Vet visit, coming up. Butch is quite happy as the "Big" dog, again. College goes well, after a fairly confused class transition due to a familial visit. Mom and Dad are home again, and it was a safe journey. Little Alex didn't want to go home, he was enjoying himself WAY too much here with Grandpa. We did get to hear the usual complaints from his mother, that we spoiled him, too much. Yeah, we actually took the time to talk with him and play with him, and fix his meals for him, do his laundry, you know, pay attention to him. I suppose that is spoiling him, though. After all, he is 7, and should be able to take care of himself, right "mom"? Lest you think me overly sarcastic, I actually heard her say, more than once, that a child is basically self sufficient by the time they are 5. You read that right, 5! Newsflash, most aren't self sufficient at 18, much less 5. That woman is a walking talking argument for, involuntary sterilization, and apparently she's knocked up again. So much for common sense having any effect on her. She refuses to raise the two she currently has, and wants yet another one to ignore. Thank God my son had nothing to do with the current pregnancy. She had already moved on from him because he wouldn't get her pregnant, again. It seems that he looked into his finances and decided that he could barely afford the one he has, and rather than burden the taxpayers to pay for another one, he chose not to have one. Obama and his cradle to grave entitlement crowd should love this bitch. She is their wet dream. She can't be bothered to raise her kids, so she let's the state take care of that for her.
On a happier note, the job prospects may be looking up. It will be hard for people that know me to believe, but I'm seriously looking at a job working with troubled teens. I actually should relate to them fairly well, since I never really grew up, myself. I look at the situation these kids are in and think to myself, "There, but for the grace of God, go I". A couple of different choices, years ago, and I would have been where they are. I really hope it comes through for me, I truly believe I can help. Well, I'm going to wrap this up, Bye for now.