Prompt of the day bunch of excuses .
Excuses, I heard plenty of them.
Each time someone starts reciting excuses it surprises me how many he/she can find plus I wonder what made him/her think I believe it or care.
It is simple.
You do something or not. You make a promise and keep it or not. There is nothing in between.
One excuse is fine, a bunch of does not make the fact you did not do it/not kept your promise less bad.
Perhaps, might be, if, means no.
It is complicated is an excuse too. Nothing is complicated you make it complicated.
Pets are always complicated, unforeseen.
Children never are.
Pets have to change, be castrated and are kicked out for the most ridiculous reasons (new furniture, being pregnant, new partner, work too much, the baby).
Children are never dumped because they do not fit to the new furniture.
They are seldom what parents hoped for but they keep them even if they wreck the place. Teenagers misbehaving or not easy to keep are not castrated.
**Although fairy tales prove the forest is the place to dump children (it will survive and come back home rich) they stay home and make parents feel miserable. We do not take them to a shelter during holidays, we cannot work, are pregnant or because it is jealous of the baby. I wonder why.
Many pets are dumped for these reasons at my address.
At a certain point, I did not even listen to their list of whys, complaints or tears. (As soon as they left they forgot about the pup they wanted so badly, their baby.)
I even told them, as they called to ask if I had room, I am not interested in hearing excuses.
If you can not or do not want to take care of your pet it is the end of the story.
Should I talk them over, pity them after I heard the endless list of excuses? Say how bad I feel for them, I understand?
Once a lady called.
She said she was pregnant and lived in a smaller house now with her boyfriend blah, blah, blah. No room for the pet any longer a small ferret! (A ferret you can even keep outside or on your balcony.)
I accepted the ferret, she had to take it to my address.
My place was a mobile home and... I was pregnant. You could not oversee it.
She handed over her baby at the front door. After she left I wondered how small her house was. Mine was 12-meter x 4-meter (about 474" x 158"). I lived there with three children, 180 ferrets, some skunks, and our goose Friend.
The photo comes from the book **101 Facts about ferrets by Claire Horton-Bussy. First published 2001
Do not believe everything you hear, see or read.
- Ferrets and skunks do not belong to the same family.
- Ferrets are longer domesticated as the cat.
- Ferrets will never become wild.
- They are 100% rodent.
- You will not die if a ferret scratches or bites you.
- Yang is an animal abuser if you pull out teeth and nails!
I had a hard time walking.
I wake up with pain and my leg can not be covered by a blanket.
An aunt always said: "If something bothers you cut it off."
I decided to keep my leg a bit longer and will see how it all develops and try to walk and keep working. At the end of the day walking is easier. Before I went to bed yesterday I had to finish the last 2k.
I hope to continue. Second or third time with the wolf was not in it. The children took over while I walked inside.
No gardening except for a small part mowing (with a grass trimmer) and pulling some weeds.
This is my entry to the daily freewrite of @mariannewest. You are free to join us. Today's prompt was bunch of excuses.
Daily Activity, Walking