The dog likes balls

I feel a little queasy. My dog and I walk around our neighborhood one maybe two times a day. Everytime he sees a ball, any ball, a basketball, a soccerball, some other dog's tennis ball, a child's dodgeball-type ball...any ball he sees he goes after which often includes lunging on the end of his leash, pulling my arm. He pulls hard-I have a bulging neck-disc to prove it-and I cannot let him have just any ball he wants. I feel that if there is a ball in someone's yard it is not his ball to have so I usually pull him along.

For about a week now he and I have been obsessed with a whiffle ball on the other side of a chainlink fence. It just sits there deserted by its owner. Pickles is crazy for it. The first time he saw it he reached through the fence and whined for it. The next time he attempted digging under the fence for it. The third time he stuck his nose through and then dug a little underneath. I let a couple days go by and then yesterday we visited and the ball had moved. The dog was able to reach through the fence and inadvertently batted the ball further away and I could tell the physical contact excited him somewhat. He started to dig and I pulled him away. Today we walked by a different yard and he went nuts for one of those heavy plastic children's bowling balls that was loitering in a yard. We kept walking. We walked by our friend the whiffle ball and he stuck his nose through and wanted to dig. we walked on.

yesterday

i took the dog on the mile-Columbus ave walk and on the way up my favorite street i saw a young woman with big dirty-blond hair pull up in her '80s type big sedan and glance at me and Pickles then go across the street to one of the well-kept homes and proceed to look around in the screened-in porch and other places around but not inside the house almost as if someone said, "i'll leave it in the bush over by the garden spigot." thing is, she wasn't finding whatever she was seeking and as much as i wanted to stare at her not only was i feeling conspicuous but she went around the corner to the back.
as the dog and i continued on she drove by in her grand am and vermont license plate. i paid attention to her so much i guess because she was the kind of girl i would like to set my boyfriend up with-odd as that may seem i could see her giving him a hard time and him going along with it.
she wasn't skinny and that hair...and her tough girl attitude. he loves her.

Today is Friday April whatevah

and i just wanted to add a comment onto School For The Dead's The Livingrockumentary site and all of a sudden i have a blog. how sudden. I am going to have to ponder this.
I already post journally in www.myspace.com/Groovy and Livejournal.com so i wonder what's up with this site---i guess it could be all about my zine and how i struggle with it. Instead of working on the zine i could input here. how deliciously procrastinational.