#i was walking my dog in my back yard

[tombxynxtdoor]

Me and all my unfiltered glory 🥰

[xskyll]

I tried resizing this a million times to Tumblr’s recommended specifications, and it just refuses to post clear, so sorry it’s blurry. =‘)

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[tj-crochets]

I have new neighbors and today they were out in their yard (the youngest kid saw a cool bug) and their little dog was offleash so I got to meet neighbor dog! Neighbor dog is my new favorite

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I don't have a lot of energy these days [because of The Horrors] so I'm looking at my day and my priorities and trying to plan how I'm going to spend what energy I have, because I do need to be able to rest and relax but there are also things that need doing and that is a careful balance for me.

I managed to [mostly] clean the kitchen last night so I've kicked it out of the priority list until next weekend. Unfortunately the living room, bathroom, bedroom, and my office all need cleaning too. I think of the priorities, my office and the bedroom are the most important to me, so I'll probably push the living room and bathroom until at least Friday.

There's also the laundry. I don't have any clean clothes and as we're moving into winter I need to be more rigid about getting that done because days where the clothes can be dried on the line will be more limited. So I definitely need to wash an outfit or two and hang them up in the next hour.

That's already a really busy day, so I'll probably cut it there. But it's definitely going to still leave me a lot of work this week. Half my cleaning, at least one more round of laundry, settling dog food for the next couple of weeks, planting the fall/winter greens, doing some set up work on my computer, work on some writing projects, cleaning out the fridge, and patching some worn clothes. My work week isn't insane atm, but it is definitely limiting. Right now I have 6+4+0+4+2+5+5= 25 non work/non-survival needs (sleep, food, shower, etc) hours available each week. I need to figure out a regukar distribution of these that means everything is getting done and I still have an hour a day to myself as often as possible. I think it's probably not realistic to give myself more than an hour a day for free time/fun, which is a bit unfortunate because I've found in the past that my floor tends to be getting 2-3hrs of free time most days because of how I deal with transition and decision-making.

25-7 [1hr per day] is 18 hrs, so I just need to decide where and how to distribute those in order to keep pace with things.

Lets say the garden needs 3hrs per week, the laundry needs 4 hours (specifically 2 sets of 2 morning/early afternoon hours), the cleaning needs an hour a day to get through a maintenance clean of the house, and 3 hours once a week to work down any deep cleaning that's built up. Which is....already three more hours than I actually have each week. So I guess I'll make a plan to work in the garden for 20-40min of 4 of my free hours each week.

It really doesn't leave me any wiggle room. Only about 4 hours a week that isn't explicitly allotted to something that needs doing, which means there will probably me a lot of weeks where I only get an hour or so at best across the whole thing for free time. I guess I've had a hard time accepting that at this point, having actual time for myself or a time-intensive project is only available if I've taken a day off work. I love my job, but it's ... not comfortable to realize that it's the only love in my life I actually have time for anymore.

I think that's probably why I end up here so much. It's this mindless little way of zoning out into my own head, dissociating away from the exhaustion, for a few minutes at a time. I keep thinking I want to use this space differently, make it more if the things I enjoy. But I think what I really want is just to actually have the time and energy to do things I love that take work. I keep crying a few times every day and I couldn't figure out why, but like

I dunno

Why **wouldn't** I cry a little every day? It's the closest I'm getting to actual emotional release or relaxation in my life. We'd probably all cry. Heck. A lot of us probably DO, capitalism being what it is.

I guess I'm starting to wonder why I'm doing what I'm doing. What is there left for me to sacrifice to this life? What is actually serving me about not just letting myself go up like a fireball and take my surroundings with me? What in the ever loving fuck am I fighting this hard for?

All I ever want, all I want now, is to be able to live. To really, actually live. How does wanting to live bring you this close to killing yourself, whether on accident or on purpose? What am I actually doing that is LIVING and what am I doing that is FACILITATION of living? It can't all be facilitation, or I'm not actually facilitating fuck all.

I'm 30 goddamn years old and I need to figure out what it looks like to actually love my life. I fundamentally refuse to zombify myself like this for everyone else around me forever.

[emeraldcreeper]

My grandma found a kitten and is bringing it to our house to “keep it until Monday when the shelter opens” $10 says we keep it cause I’m supposed to care for it and I know myself I will name it and pet it and tell my mom we will keep it in the time we get the kitten and I take care of it for ??? Until Monday I guess?? She’s bringing it tonight I think

Like look at this little nugget!!! My grandma says it seems tame, like a longhair, and she didn’t get a photo of it that’s not blurry so when she delivers the baby whether we keep it or not, I hopefully will get to snap some photos of it because it looks so fucking cute

[makedamnsvre]

recently ive been getting really sick of my neighbors i wish that i had a bunch of money so that i could buy up their houses and only let people i live live near me

[stepfordgoth]

Shout out to the neighbors who are notorious in the neighborhood for having the only dog that barks loudly and constantly, who thought it would be fun today to let their stupid loud ass dog out at 5 am for some reason. You'll never imagine what happened next!

[tomwambsmilk]

Ppl really start acting entitled as shit once they make an offer to buy the house you live in

[fingertipsmp3]

Men are so weird!!!!

[flippedorbit]

do you all remember when i talked about getting attacked by a neighbor’s dog back on the first of april? well, when it happened, or i guess more-so after the fact when animal control had given the dog back to the neighbors, animal control said if we see that dog outside of their yard again (and we have physical proof) that we can call them. and wouldn’t you fuckin know it, we have cameras outside the house, and you’ll never guess what the backyard one that focuses on the area we feed the squirrels in picked up

above is a message from my mom, sent around 20 minutes ago, containing two images of part of our backyard, both images of which contain physical evidence of that fucking dog being in our backyard.

now for those who have forgotten or simply weren’t here when the incident occurred, we learned a full 10 days after the dog bit me that it wasn’t up to date on ANY of its shots, so while i normally would not hold such a grudge against any neighbor of mine, these ones personally piss me off for that reason and another, because just about four days after they got the dog that bit me back, they got another dog. they already had two when one bit me, and i’m not sure what happened to the original second dog (have not seen it in their yard since the incident) but the fact that they had the audacity to get ANOTHER ONE when they weren’t even properly taking care of the two they had pisses me off to no end

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! Slightly weird request, but can you please give me any “living around coyotes” advice you have?  My mom’s backyard has no fence and backs onto a huge open field which goes up to foothills, which are also unoccupied by humans. She’s been trying to grow vegetables this year, which means she has a lot of ground squirrels in her yard (eating the vegetables), which seems to be attracting coyotes? They’ve been getting closer and closer and today she sent me a picture of a coyote what appears to be less than 100 feet from her door. The problem is my mom likes to take long walks in that big field and the coyotes keep getting closer to her on those walks. I know they make coyote-safety vests for dogs but idk the human equivalent? It’s not like one or two coyotes, it’s a bunch of them. I think she said the most she’s seen at a time is seven. 

[societysonlooker]

Listen I get hating tailgaters cause I hate them too, but just pull over and let them pass you ffs. I live in the middle of bumfuck nowwhere. There is 1 road in and out of town. It is a 50-55 mph road Except for the three one-mile stretches of Actual Towns (as in, a post office, a deli, maybe two or three other businesses). The road is curvy, and there are no passing lanes. It is a 25 miles stretch of road. We get a Lot of city-hailing eco tourists that dont actually know how to drive these kinds of roads especially at night. So, If I'm trying to get home at 11 at night and the road is Empty, and you are doing 35 mile's per fucking hour, TWENTY BELOW THE LIMIT, because you dont know what an End 30 sign means, I am GOING to line up behind you so fucking perfectly that my lights are in all of your mirrors. I won't even be that close to you! I am at least thirty feet behind. Youre just gonna fucking hate me and i hope you do. Get off the road. I want to go home and you shouldn't have a fucking license. This drive is NOT going to take an hour rather than 30 minutes because YOU don't know that both common courtesy and BEST PRACTICE DRIVING (as taught to me by BOTH state-licensed driving teachers ive had, one of whom was Hard Line "drive by the rules") is to pull tf over. If the tractors can do it, you can too motherfucker.

Do not get me started on people who don't pass tractors.

And here's the thing! You know WHY I don't get closer than 30 feet? Cause it's DANGEROUS. You know WHY you should pull over? Cause not everyone is a cranky researcher just trying to get home. There are street racers from the city who come out here for the "empty" roads. There is an alcoholic population in the double digits of our percentile. Every single person I went to highschool with had either seen a drink driving accident, been INVOLVED in one (hit my someone) or Personally Knew Someone involved in one. A lot of people aren't just pissed at you and trying to get you to pull over.

So if someone is tailgating you? pull over. Let them pass. Slowing down and agitating them is NOT worth the risk to your health if they keep driving so close behind you. Because even of you do it Slowly, they might not Notice the distance has gone from "yeah that'll show them" to "oh fuck I'm about to hit them" until it's Too Late. Especially if they're inebriated. If they are going to risk their neck speeding that's on them. Do not make the problem worse. They might be aggressive but you are instigating right back; and don't come after me for that logic because that's the EXACT logic behind "no fault" states like mine.

And here's the thing: if you don't want to pull over because there is a Line of cars behind you that you don't want to be stuck behind, ask yourself why that line is there. Are you just one car in a Much bigger line and this traffic is out if your control? My condolences. That sucks. Maybe gauge the situation and pull over anyway if you feel the driver behind you is a genuine risk to your safety.

But if there is no one in front of you, but a line of cars behind you? You are causing traffic and need to pull over. I literally could not care less if you're "just doing the speed limit" because you Probably Aren't. Either you misremembered/misread/misinterpreted a sign, or you missed a well-hidden sign indicating a speed limit change (even locals miss these! Especially new drivers and the elderly and double especially if it's spring/summer/fall and road signs are blocked by folliage! Or if you learned to drive these roads when the signs were blocked, and now in the winter when they're clear you stopped looking for them. I cannot begin to express to you just you how often that happens here. Personally, my experience with this means that when I'm driving somewhere new, if someone is tailgating me, I almost always let them pass me, and then i check the speed limit either with my gps or by looking for road signs. And usually? Guess what. Im doing the wrong speed).

But, ok, even if you are doing the limit, most people drive between the limit and about 5 mph over it, and when everyone is doing that, traffic flows normally and with an even dustribution, so its fine, and actually less dangerous than a High Traffic situation just 5mph slower. But You are going slower right now, and so You are causing the kind of traffic and conjestion that makes people act irrationally. And listen. I get it. "But the speed limit is there to keep people safe!" Youre right. It is. Velocity is far more important in collision equations than mass, and slowing speeds limits injuries on an exponential scale when accidents do happen. But right now, I don't think you know enough bad drivers, because speed is in no way shape or form everything about accidents. There are a LOT of other factors.

I have been in cars with people who terrified me so thoroughly that I made them pull over, sometimes by threatening to call the cops on them if they didnt pull over and let me or another friend drive. This has happened three times. And the thing was? Only one of them was actually speeding excessively. Amd, for reference, my father, a man with many qualities that should not be praised but whose driving I remain firmly neutral on (grab bag of really good learned skill and unnecessarily agressive behaviours), used to drive little me around doing 60 on 45 cutthroughs and 90 on 55mph highways. To top that, we're a motorcycle family and ive been riding passenger can it ik that not the term but these are my folks since i was twelve. For better or for worse, speed does not scare me. The people who DID scare me didn't scare me because of speed, they scared because of inattention, lack of control, and carelessness. Drifting side to side in their lane. Crossing lane lines. Crossing double yellows with oncoming traffic ahead. Merging without checking their mirrors while Being Passed By Other Cars, texting while driving and not realizing their speed is changing. Breaking almost too late. Hitting turns too fast and not having control. Hitting turns too fast on ice because they failrd to account for how it changes the road. THESE are the behaviors that get people into accidents. And while speeding can exponentially increase the Consequences of those accidents, preventing speeding doesn't actually prevent certain types of accidents, and personally, I'd rather that accident happen to a single speeding driver on a primarily empty stretch of road, where other drivers have time to react, slow down, and avoid becoming involved, than to have that driver hit three other cars from a line of traffic cause by a "Good Samaritan" who took it into their own hands to prevent speeding by Slowing Down In Front Of A Tailgater. Because either way, the accident happened, and maybe it was going to happen no matter what, or maybe it happened because no one was there to slow them down and make them realize their speed, or maybe it happened because the traffic irritated them and they got pissed off. Is that a defense for them? No, fuck that guy. But that's what happens, what happened, and no matter what, the traffic makes the outcome Worse. More people involved. More potential for secondary accidents. More harm to innocent casualties who were following or at least Mostly following best practices. And again, personally, I don't want three kids implicated in a massive accident when it could have been One adult making really bad decisions and facing the consequences themself.

This is also, mind you, not a hypothetical. We See this exact situation on our little town roads multiple times every year, and every year, we complain about too-slow city drivers causing traffic. And yes, of course we grieve when alcoholism and alcoholism culture leads yet another driver into hitting a tree or a deer or a guardrail at 80. Small town. Your sorrows are mine, and all that. We all probably knew the person, or knew someone who knew them. But when they hit a family's SUV we curse the driver without a seconds hesitation, because we know damn well they shouldnt have been doing what they were doing, and victim of cercumstance and addiction or not, someone who needed help or not, they caused a tragedy, and we pray for the family hurt because more often then not they dont make it out all alive and all healthy (for persoective, we've got multiple fundraisers every year for local kids who have been severely and even permanently dissabled by these kinds of accidents. There are four that my family goes to, and at least another three we can't ever make. And mind you, these are just the kids who's condition is severe enough to put the otherwise middle splash family into Crippling debt. The kind that means they can't care for their child).

And, more akin to my point, when these kinds of accidents happen because the family was doing 30 in a 50, or stuck in a line of traffic doing 30 in a 50, and the aggressive driver was doing 80 and didn't see them and thus couldnt respond until it was way too late, we rage at the fact that our road signs aren't fucking visible, because if that family had been doing the limit the accident probably wouldn't have literally crushed their car like a fucking soda can.

And mind you! This is not the family's fault. They were just doing their best and trying to be safe. But had they been doing the limit, had the road signs actuallu done their job, telling them that not only is the gently curving road ahead MORE than safe to do at 50 mph (because our roads are so wide, soeed limits are Below an actual "max safe speed" and more related to the population density, which, is cool. But os something ive found that only holds uo in rural communities), but to expect that other drivers will be doing 50, and that agressive bad drivers will probably be doing more than that, amd so to drive the limit to minimize harm, then the devastation might not have been as complete. Changing the difference in speed during a collision exponentially changes the difference in applied force, and in this case, changing that speed difference from 50 mph to 30 mph means a 400xpsi per pound difference in applied force. That kind of difference takes that car from a tin can full of broken necks to those smashed up "they survived" Subaru comercial SUVs.

(And before you say it, yes the community hates that these signs aren't visible (at least, those of us that know theyre there). We ask for then to be moved or cleaned up Every Year, and every year it's ignored in favor of literally anything else. They replace roads with no pot holes before they move signs, and the "reasons" are always shitty beaurocratic ones about private property and property rights)

Can you tell I've got a lot of feelings about driving?

The reality of driving is a lot more complicated than dmv approved "good driving vs bad driving" because actual good driving is about keeping yourself and others safe on the roads. And, as much as it might suck, that's gonna mean acknowledging that bad drivers exist, and doing what you cab to minimize the Damage of their behaviour, rather than trying to minimize the behavior.

The sollution to tailgaters and extreme (20mph+ over limit) speeders and innatentive and Dangerous drivers isn't to take law enforcement into your own hands and drive slower. It's not going to change the behaviour. It's going to piss them off. The sollution is increasing the requirements and drivers education level necessary to drive a car. It's for there to be government funding for these programs and tax bracket scholarships for this education so that this system doesn't disproproportionately affect people in poverty, who are already going to have enough difficulties with our car-centric system as is. The sollution involves legislation and income- based sliding scale speeding tickets. It's finding better ways to prevent inebriated driving, and no, I don't have the answers to that, cause all the answers I can think of are actually kinda ableist, which means I probably shouldn't be the person designing this.

I know this was a long read, but if nothing else:

TL;DR: Pull over. Let people pass you. Preserve your own health, the health of others, brush up on what road signs in your state actually mean, and for the love of the people, contact your local reps and maybe your highway dpt if you have concerns about your local roadways.

(And, on the off chance you have a street sign on your property, I dont care how lovely your bushes and trees are, prune them back so the sign is visible 100-200 feet down the road).

favorite hobby when I'm driving is to catch someone trying to climb up my back bumper while I'm going a completely reasonable speed and just slowly take my foot off the gas. you seem upset, brother. why don't we slow down and enjoy the view awhile

[systlin]

So, to explain my little adventure I just got back from, it is necessary to set the scene by explaining a few things.

My dog is a Great Pyraneese. She weighs 90 Pounds. It is mostly muscle.

My neighbors a quarter mile down the road have chickens. They like to let them free range.

Now, this is not a problem at all, EXCEPT for the fact that whenever Tyr sees them something deep in her little livestock guardian breed brain goes "Oh, I am supposed to be Responsible for this Livestock." She will attempt to plonk her 90 pound furry ass down as far towards their yard as her leash will permit and want to sit there and simply stare at the chickens. She is not aggressive towards them, she simply wants to lie down and Keep An Eye On Things, the way a good livestock guardian dog is supposed to. It is the same reason she would love to fight the foxes that live under the falling down farmhouse down the street to the death and is very upset that I will not let her.

The PROBLEM is, well

3. My neighbors also have a miniature poodle. She is convinced, in every cell of her 15 pound body, that No Other Dogs Should Come Anywhere Near Her Fucking Yard. She has no concept that Tyr outweighs her by 75 pounds and is absolutely convinced that she could win this fight.

Normally if she's outside she is out in the fenced backyard and this isn't a problem. I also don't let Tyr wander into other yards, because it's rude to let your dog pee on the neighbor's grass unless they've said they're fine with it and also I live in Fuckass Nowhere. There's plenty of county owned grass on the roadside for Tyr to pee on. Still, even if I'm coaxing her along past the chickens, she will want to slow down and drift over to that side of the road to look at them.

TODAY, however, the mini poodle was NOT in the backyard. She was in the unfenced front yard, and as soon as we walked past she saw another dog not ON her yard, but heading TOWARDS her yard, and she hurled herself into battle with no thought for her own safety.

Now, Tyr is not aggressive towards other dogs. There is an exception to this, though, and it is 'unless an off leash dog comes running full speed in the general direction of one of Her People while snarling and barking'. If this happens, I suddenly have 90 pounds of Great Pyr ready for mortal combat on the end of the leash.

This brings us to item 4

4. I broke my left arm in April and while it is healing and good for light use now, 'Light Use' does not include 'restraining 90 pounds of furious livestock guardian dog convinced her person is about to be attacked by a reactive dog'

This means that I looped up the leash short and controlled her one armed. I did not think about this twice particularly. I know I can do it and just. Did it. I wouldn't walk her if I couldn't control her, after all. Once she figured out that no, the poodle was NOT going to attack me, she calmed down, but was still growling.

But I did this as a panicked neighbor dude came running out to try and get his dog, convinced that his kids were about to watch their beloved pet get turned into Great Pyr chow.

Oh and

5. I did this while wearing a Wonder Woman tshirt

So, long story short, his 4 year old daughter is convinced now that I actually AM Wonder Woman, because "She's Strong Like Wonder Woman!" and my neighbor learned that his poodle dug out from under the fence, how's everyone else's days going.

(All dogs unhurt)

[laylanatorseventeen]

people who kill carpenter bees are monsters :(. every year my porch is covered up in carpenter bees just living their best lives. theyve been all over our porch every spring and summer for ten years and I have only been stung once due to a freak accident and so far as we can see their drilling has done NO significant structural damage to our porch. why you gotta be mean to these gentle bees who do more good than harm? so there won't be "unsightly" holes in your porch? ok Karen.

[inkskinned]

i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.

what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.

life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.

we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.

recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.

business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.

it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.

but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.

this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.

bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.

but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.

[destructive-ilya]

long ass messy explaining of today:

well he hit/choked my mom for just trying get our stuff to leave like he had a tantrum we do for leaving a light in our room on at night w us in it and didn’t like taht she barked AT HIS SCREAMING then because he got arrested when he came back (me and dog locked out could remove our stuff had to wait until officers came to like help/oversee) he screamed get out off property then started throwing rocks and bricks at me and nova , keep in mind busy city suburb she has no collar or leash atm (inside and also all of our stuff) so the only safe place is in gate until we can all leave together(either to take her seprate but safe which is why from 9/10am-2pm i was trying to find smth) if she was out that gate she’d be gone. his sister JUST lost a dog in a car accident at same time as he was trying to force open gate while i begged not to shes get out and officers and my mom onw that second to get our stuff and remove us someone else walking by had a dog get out of their leash and he was trying help them “cause i just lost a dog this way” EXACT SAME SECOND

then he like ran off, at the throwing bricks point called 911 (cause i was supposed to anyway so we could remove stuff ) when i was on phone i gave wrong street twice in the panic so it took forever at this point i’m at 2% then officers come plus my mom with water (have had none except the two i asked some guys behind their gate for eternally grateful) and guy has disappeared (hiding out friends place hoping we just leave (everything we own?)) my mom calls him and officers talk to him he says half hour doesn’t get there for a full one and while waiting trying to figure out what to do for nova that’s best for her and maybe we could see again, they decide we could put her in a car and take to station with us u til we could get a shelter, then he shows up and chucks like only a couple things out and when officers walk through HE JUST LIES saying all of ours is his. upwards of thousand dollar worth of food maybe more considering spices (he had border nothing except what we’d given before we even went just cause he had nothing) my toiletries?? a tub of irreplaceable items , photos of my papa who died, birthday card, pictures sent to me, art and drawings given to me/done in treatment, my mom’s computer, a water bottle, a sport bag with my stuffie in it, and some of my clothes and some other things cooking supplies, my dogs food what? for his cat? (he doesn’t deserve that cat, absolutely love not fault on)

and he can do that, they knew he was lying but it’s his residence and it’s like there isn’t anything to do besides sue, i wanted my things back. had to have officer go back for a back pack cause it had my wallet and a cash app card w my name and my mothers meds so i mean he gave that over eventually , and then with like a bunch of stuff just thrown in his back yard we needed to like figure out what had what’s gone and what throw away cause can’t bring that much, and as going throw officers are like we don’t want to stand rushing over you while you go through causing forgetting things, so just call 911 when your done and we’ll come escort you and dog then, they leave, maybe 5 or 6:30, phone is dead now, got rid kf two thirds then he did come out while sorting for his garbage , like yeah we’re in way but it’s almost 8 we were calling that second and finishing up, he’s screaming off property and shit talking again, we were where we were supposed to be i said i’d just deal with his trash if it was so heinous n he didn’t want us touching. he wasn’t supposed tp b there til we had left . so we wait for officers it gets dark and cold and drizzly 5hrs go by nothing i’m just watching creepyass bugs on pavement after i magiver a leashe waist harness thing for her anyway something happend and all cars were redirected no one came until 2/3 am and they were SHITTY mostly mom talked to upfront , nova had been laying falling aslee but she did bark at them cause ya know middle of night she has no food no sleep watched some shit w all of us taday, and they’re like no. and can’t at night anyway no resources too late. so now we’re back in old apt w border nothing comparitive go 24hrs ago just until morning and it’s 4am and i STILL HAVENT SLEPT