even though there's not really any.

took us almost exactly 12 hours to drive up to Gig Harbour, where we spent the night at nancy's house. (also spent way too long talking x3!)

Saturday we go to visit Larry for breakfast in west Seattle, met a nice lady who spotted us talking about the Seniors for Sale thing, got into it with her for a bit, then went to go visit grandma-
who looks WAY better than i had expected. (I haven't really looked at her since the explosion.) and she was.. in a good mood. amazingly. not being a bitch or anything, and was actually being fairly funny.

after that it's over to Federal Way. we park over at Michelle's and greet her, then go next door to where tessa is-

and she of course immediately starts BOWROOing at us... so we bowroo back. (bowroo = baying)
man opens the door, holding tessa back, sees it's us, and we crouch down and he knows she's not going to get away, so she goes OH MY GOD ITS YOU GUYS and comes to snuggle us- all excited and shit.

and one of their kids gets out.

so mom stands up and she starts out, calm as anything, trying to explain the situation- the conditions for them keeping the dog (which were broken) and that they weren't supposed to have her really to begin with, and they vouched for the guy who got the dog to begin with (the one who broke the contract) and they knew that if he gave up the dog they were supposed to call her.
and they're like, but we could have let her go to the pound...
which would have been fine because she's chipped and they'd've scanned the damn chip and called us.

so they go "so you want your dog back?"
"well, yeah."

and the dad sort of tifffs around but doesn't say anything.
mom puts her foot down and he goes
"well i want compensation for taking care of your dog then."
and we've been expecting this so mom goes "how much?"

and he says.
oh my god.

he ways 150.

this conversation hasn't even been more than two minutes long and he's already asking for compensation, and it's ONE FIFTY?!

shit, man, we were expecting you to ask for three, at least.
150's no damn problem.

so we've already got the dog (i haven't let her go) and they agree to bring all her shit over to michelles after mom comes back with the money-

and i guess when the dad brought the stuff over he apologized- he wasn't trying to be a bitch, but, the kids...

so anyway, yeah.

it was kind of pathetic how fast and low it was. like, wow. love that dog doncha.

anyway. . . we didn't get the papers back (all of them) but we did manage to locate proof of ownership.

these dumbasses threw away her breakway collar and got her one made for LARGE dogs, that also doesn't breakaway, which is dumb cuz she's not a smart dog-
and i guess let her out into the neighborhood to run around.. which is dumb because it's right next to like six major intersections (and she has no road sense)-
and.

okay, when mom gave her away to begin with.
the dog was 22 pounds.

in two months- we haven't weighed her yet- but she's EASILY thirty.

We suspect she was beaten. she's dirty as all hell and smells worse, and it's kind of hard to pick her up without making her yelp.

the drive back was amazing though. she slept the entire way, didn't drool, didn't throw up, didn't whine, nothing.

she perks right up when she goes outside, but she's scared shitless of Mr. Freckles (the cat).
he charged her today (didn't touch her though) and she yelped like she was dying and did like a backflip somersault and ended up on her back next to a wall, silly dog.

anywho, there's that.

I also got maybe six pages roughly sketched out for the river, trying to get a handle on the lines while i practice my watercoloring.