First of all, got home from work and discovered that my garage had been broken into where I store my Miata (my "nice" car). Thieves stole my stereo equipment, the deck itself, ($300), the amp ($100) and the subwoofer ($150) plus a car battery charger ($50) So about $600 in stolen equipment and a burglary that has made me feel completely unsafe in my own goddamn home.

I went and looked at some local pawn shops the police recommended checking for my stuff, but even if I find it I might not be able to claim it as I don't have any of the serial numbers written down.

I'll fight that tooth and nail if I do find it though. May hire a lawyer.

But even if I don't, and I want to replace the stuff, there's nothing stopping people from breaking in again. The apartment is changing the lock on the garage, but it's not like that's really going to stop anyone.

I'm considering buying a shotgun, as if the thieves around here are getting bold enough to break into locked garages, what's to stop them from coming into the apartment? Not much, but a shotgun might.


Then, after I got home from all that, I get a call from my mom. Our old golden retriever took a sudden turn for the worse and she said she was bringing him in to the vet to put him down, and told me to meet the family there so I could say goodbye.

That's hard enough, but it gets worse.

I got to the vet before she did, and when she arrived, it turns out that Bruno (the dog) had died on the way into town. He died in my sister's fiance's arms.

We all had a good cry, and it really shook me up. I mean, he was old, and I knew it was coming, and he had a good life. But it was still really hard for me to see him like that. He was still having post mortem muscle spasms even... it was really eerie and disturbing.

At least he looked like he was at peace once the reflexes stopped. Poor dog.

And for the record, before anyone says anything -- it wasn't like we had been extending the dog's life in pain or anything for our own sake. Bruno was happily chasing squirrels just yesterday, and while he was old and suffered from some arthritis and other issues, he wasn't in constant agony or anything and got around pretty good. His body just suddenly gave out on him.

If anyone comments in any negative way about the way we treated our dog, I will report you to the admins, delete your comment, and block you. Just so you know. I won't hear it.

So my night has been awful. I'm angry, I'm feeling vulnerable and uncertain, and I lost a dear friend and companion in a very painful way.

I'll post pictures of Bruno tomorrow. Right now I'm going to go back to drinking.