You can see a photo of Chance the Dog over there ---> He's the big handsome boy in front.
It's been five years since Chance came to live here, and I've learned a lot from him. He would go berserk shortly after eating crap-in-a-bag dog food, so I learned about raw feeding. He had a bad reaction to a vaccination, so I learned about the true nature of immunity (and it has nothing to do with vaccines). He was cured of his panic attacks and horrible skin condition with homeopathy, so I learned that modern medicine mostly controls symptoms and does nothing to restore a body to a healthy state.
When he came here he had the name Louie. That was the name of an old boyfriend who dumped me.
Twice.
His name was changed immediately.
THE TWEEKER HOUSE SAGA CONTINUES
Back in December I posted a photo of the Tweeker House, complete with motor home in the front yard and the attractive grey plastic tarp fencing. To refresh your memory, here it is again:
Since then the inhabitants of Tweeker House have been evicted and the house is for sale. Of course they left a ton of junk behind (including the motor home) because, well, they're tweekers.
Earlier this week I came home from moving dogs around and saw that the motor home was gone, and (oh, silly me!) thought that perhaps someone was finally getting around to cleaning up the mess. The next day I saw what had been done to the motor home-it was simply pushed to the end of the block and abandoned in the street. Late last night someone hooked it up to a big truck and hauled it BACK. So, there it sits. Along with the lovely collection of Tweeker Trash.
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