Turkeys are the bane of my existence

Tuesday, May. 31, 2005 ~ 8:26 a.m.

This morning, like most mornings as of late, I awoke while my legs were pinned to the wall by my 9 year old great dane and with a fluffy geriatric cat shoved against my side. Since I am sleeping in the hallway, I guess my bed is the first option for bed, for the last few weeks, consequtively, I have had these two old timers in my bed. Now, I don't mind sharing my bed with Sarah, but it is a little sad that she seems to have proximity issues right now. She sleeps on my bed with me every night (She never used to go within fifty feet of a bed if you were in it, and always bailed out when you came in and found her on the bed), and when I am up, and home, sitting on my computer, she lays directly beside me, instead of on my bed, which would be much more comfortable for her arthritic joints. She does the same thing when I am sitting in the living room, or in the kitchen. If I am in the house, she is by my side - it's completely uncharacteristic, and I think it may be because she senses that her days are numbered and wants to be nearest to the one she loves (awww..) if anything happens. I'm really sad to see her go - it wasn't that long ago that we had to put Tootsie down, so this will be the second dog in about a three year span. Sad. Sad. Sad. All my childhood playmates are going off and dying on me.

In other news, I hate the way that, when you've stayed up very late and then you just want to get to sleep, something always presents itself to keep you awake. I spent a good hour last night trying to get to sleep (around two am), but being kept awake by the screeching of half a dozen wild turkey chicks that my dad thought would be fun to have and since they are so young, they need to stay in the house. They were quiet all evening, but the second that I crawled into bed, they were screaming bloody murder. Obligated to the $30 that my father borrowed yesterday to spend on them, and thinking that he might not pay me back today if I just let his Amazing-Wild-Turkey-Chicks-From-Hell die, I flew out of bed and downstairs to make sure nothing was wrong. They were just milling about in their cage, in the fashion that normally healthy, active chicks do. I went back to bed. The second I got into bed, again with the bloody murder. I got up again and went down to ensure that there wasn't a cat bothering them, but it seemed to be just ONE of the chicks screaming like that. I lifted the towel to make sure they were alright, and then went back up to bed.

Again, with the screaming. Finally, I just pulled the blankets and a pillow over my head and dozed off for about thirty minutes before both dogs decided they wanted out, and came to scratch on mom and dad's door. My section of hallway is just outside mom and dad's door. Usually when the dogs come up and want out, I just ignore it and after a good five minutes of loud scratching, mom or dad gets up and lets them out, while I roll over and pretend to be asleep so I won't get the what-for for not letting them out. Last night though, it was Sarah doing the scratching, and she was doing it ever-so-lightly that I knew they would never hear it. I initially thought it was my sister's dog, and I heard one lay down before I rolled over and saw that it was my old girl waiting patiently by the door to get out, so I had to go let her out. In the meantime, turkeys were screaming.

I kicked their cage. I really have a temper problem, as kicking an animal is what got me fired from Christoforou. I should have learned my lesson about kicking animals by now, especially after the episode where I kicked a goat and then thought that my leg was broken. No, I never learn my lesson. I kicked the cage and overturned their waterer which proceeded to pour out all over their newspapers. I opened up the cage to turn it upright and what do those suckers have the audacity to do?! They hiss and spit and try to bite me. I woke up early with dad this morning, especially to tell him that it was either me or the turkeys when he got home from work today. SOMEONE HAS TO GO!