Well, it's been 2 months since I moved in with Donna. I still say she is a very sweet person, and kind and considerate. She is still a LOT better than Patti. Patti is a low-class, dog-pound-bound, hateful brat compared to Donna. Really, there just isn't enough words in the english language to describe how much better Donna is than Patti. There is simply no contest! There couldn't possibly be a worse roommate than Patti! Look at all the shit I endured during my 4 day stay with Patti. I was poisoned, bullied, teased, harassed, had my freedom taken away, Patti would have tried to control me if I had let her. And Patti's way of teasing was not even cute. It was like how a bully teases the shyest kid in the school. But Donna is so much better. Donna does none of that. I haven't yet been poisoned!! I don't know what Patti did, but she did something, because my third night there, I got sicker than I'd ever been in my life. And Patti was complaining because I had to use the bathroom a lot. I was so sick, the toilet got clogged that night, and I asked Patti for the plunger. Well, instead of telling me where the plunger was, Patti fussed, and kept repeating how she had lived in that house for 10 years and that toilet never had a problem.
I kept asking Patti where the plunger was, and she didn't tell me. She just told me to go back in the bathroom and look for it. So I had to look. I looked for it before I asked Patti where it was, and I did not see it in the bathroom, and I knew it couldn't have just walked in there while I was in the kitchen talking to Patti. Patti was especially bitchy that night, that was the night after we had gone shopping and I spent $40 on groceries for her because she had no money and I felt sorry for her. One would think she would have treated me nicely then. But no, she was mad probably because I did not buy this $15 bottle of booze she wanted so bad. It wasn't until I went out there a second time to ask Patti where the plunger was that she eventually told me. She still fussed because she heard me using the bathroom brush to clean the seat of the toilet. She thought I used the brush as a plunger. She kept on that subject for about 5 to 10 minutes. I just kept asking her "Where is the plunger?" Then she started accusing me of flushing things into the toilet that I wasn't supposed to (and knew better not to). I should have made her feel guilty by saying if I had used the brush as a plunger, it'd be all her own fault because she wouldn't tell me where the plunger was! I said to her "I'm gonna ask you one more time; Where is the plunger?" Patti turned her head to avoid looking me in the eyes and finally told me where the plunger was. I said "Thank you!" and went to get it and fixed the problem in the toilet.
Donna is nothing like that. I asked Donna for the plunger one night, and she just gave it to me. She didn't fuss, she didn't accuse me of flushing something I wasn't supposed to, she didn't even question why I needed it. She just handed it to me and asked me if I need any help. I told her no, I had it all under control, and she was fine with that. When I was done with it, I just gave it back to her and I haven't needed it since. But that alone proves how much better Donna is than Patti. I was thanking GOD for helping me find Donna, and getting me out of Patti's house! Actually it wasn't Patti's house. It was her brother's. But her brother is as loony as she is! He never even asked to hear my side of the story about why Patti had such a problem with me. So she could have told him anything and he'd believe it, even if it was not the truth, which I am sure most of it wasn't. But that's OK! As long as it got me out of there and away from Patti, I don't care what she told him.
Actually, if Patti wasn't living in that house with me, I would have loved it there! I could have done some cute things with that house. It had a separate area upstairs I could have stayed, and gave the downstairs to ma. The kitchen was huge! The living room was big, and had built-in shelves I could have put my knick-knacks on. There was plenty of room for a big fishtank in that living room! I could get some nice furniture and put in there. The only thing wrong with the house, was Patti. My first night there Patti kinda jokingly said to me that one of us should win the lottery and buy that house and let the other one rent a room in it. The thing is, if I had won the lottery, I would have bought that house and kicked Patti's butt out! I wouldn't have even given her 24 hours to get out. I would have told her she has 30 minutes to pack what she could, including her mangy cats and dog, and leave the property. And if I'd seen her after that 30 minutes, she would be shot through the head as a trespasser. That would have been doing the world a big favor! That is how much I loathed Patti after staying with her for 4 days. I couldn't wait to get out of there. Wild horses couldn't get me away from her fast enough! But I don't feel any of that with Donna.
Donna and I have a lot in common. We both love animals. We enjoy puzzles and card games. She likes doing yard work, and I used to. Until I developed a fear of spiders. I like gardening though and so does Donna. We both have had several different breeds of dogs, and we both hate show breeders! LOL! Donna said that show breeders are just a different kind of people. Not like the average. Now, I have met some very lovely show breeders, but they are very few and very far between. And I am not even talking about cat breeders. Shoot! They're worse than a lot of dog breeders I've met!! Dog show breeders are bad enough! After my experience with John Cippolina, Bischi, Rio Bellon, and some non-chihuahua show breeders, I don't like show breeders at all now. Made me not want to breed to show. And I said if I can't breed for show, I won't breed at all. So both my dogs are spayed/neutered now. I don't want to breed dogs now, besides that I don't have time to.
I hated how when John C. and I were having some problems, all his stupid, show-breeder friends were saying he was right and I was wrong. Looking back on it, I don't think either one of us was right. I mean, I didn't need to fill out that survey that made John so angry. But I did it for fun. I forgot show breeders don't like to have fun. But at the same time, John had no business getting so very angry at me like he did. I found that to be almost hysterical though. About a couple years before, a group of show breeders said that I got incessantly angry over little things. Well, I was in my 20s then. I have yet to meet any 20-something year old that doesn't get incessantly angry over little things. But John was in his 60s. He should have known better. But you can tell a lot about a person by how they act in anger. Especially someone as old as John C. His actions told me he is someone I would not like associating with at all. And if he does come near me, grab a baseball bat and don't stop swinging!! I get angry myself sometimes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But I am still younger than John C, and I've learned to control it very well. I admit it took me long enough to learn how to control it, but I learned. That is the important thing. I even kept my cool when John and all his dumb friends were attacking me like a group of sharks.
But show breeders are not like I am. They're like children who've never had a childhood. They take everything too seriously, they don't have fun for nothing, sometimes I wonder if most of the people who grew up to become show breeders have had some severe human-related traumas in their life. That's very possible. Like maybe John C. had a stepmother who molested him as a child, or maybe a father who did not spend any time with him at all and just rejected him. Or, it could have been the opposite case, maybe his mama suckled him for too long that it went to his head, or his daddy maybe let him sleep in the bed with him for too long. I don't know. Who knows what goes on in the mind of show breeders. Like Donna said, they are a different kind of people. I've only seen show breeders make friends with no one else but other show breeders. They don't make friends with simple pet owners like me. Maybe they might have a friend or two that fosters pets, but that's it. And I doubt any of them has any friends that don't own any animals at all. That is why I would make a lousy show breeder. I'm a fair person, I love to have fun, I don't reject a potential friend just because I don't agree with their lifestyle, and I don't hate anyone. Even someone I don't like, I still manage to keep my cool with them. I kept my cool with Patti, even after she said I was being kicked out. But then again, that was a happy announcement. Not maddening. What would have pissed me off is if I'd had to stay there with her any longer!
I kept asking Patti where the plunger was, and she didn't tell me. She just told me to go back in the bathroom and look for it. So I had to look. I looked for it before I asked Patti where it was, and I did not see it in the bathroom, and I knew it couldn't have just walked in there while I was in the kitchen talking to Patti. Patti was especially bitchy that night, that was the night after we had gone shopping and I spent $40 on groceries for her because she had no money and I felt sorry for her. One would think she would have treated me nicely then. But no, she was mad probably because I did not buy this $15 bottle of booze she wanted so bad. It wasn't until I went out there a second time to ask Patti where the plunger was that she eventually told me. She still fussed because she heard me using the bathroom brush to clean the seat of the toilet. She thought I used the brush as a plunger. She kept on that subject for about 5 to 10 minutes. I just kept asking her "Where is the plunger?" Then she started accusing me of flushing things into the toilet that I wasn't supposed to (and knew better not to). I should have made her feel guilty by saying if I had used the brush as a plunger, it'd be all her own fault because she wouldn't tell me where the plunger was! I said to her "I'm gonna ask you one more time; Where is the plunger?" Patti turned her head to avoid looking me in the eyes and finally told me where the plunger was. I said "Thank you!" and went to get it and fixed the problem in the toilet.
Donna is nothing like that. I asked Donna for the plunger one night, and she just gave it to me. She didn't fuss, she didn't accuse me of flushing something I wasn't supposed to, she didn't even question why I needed it. She just handed it to me and asked me if I need any help. I told her no, I had it all under control, and she was fine with that. When I was done with it, I just gave it back to her and I haven't needed it since. But that alone proves how much better Donna is than Patti. I was thanking GOD for helping me find Donna, and getting me out of Patti's house! Actually it wasn't Patti's house. It was her brother's. But her brother is as loony as she is! He never even asked to hear my side of the story about why Patti had such a problem with me. So she could have told him anything and he'd believe it, even if it was not the truth, which I am sure most of it wasn't. But that's OK! As long as it got me out of there and away from Patti, I don't care what she told him.
Actually, if Patti wasn't living in that house with me, I would have loved it there! I could have done some cute things with that house. It had a separate area upstairs I could have stayed, and gave the downstairs to ma. The kitchen was huge! The living room was big, and had built-in shelves I could have put my knick-knacks on. There was plenty of room for a big fishtank in that living room! I could get some nice furniture and put in there. The only thing wrong with the house, was Patti. My first night there Patti kinda jokingly said to me that one of us should win the lottery and buy that house and let the other one rent a room in it. The thing is, if I had won the lottery, I would have bought that house and kicked Patti's butt out! I wouldn't have even given her 24 hours to get out. I would have told her she has 30 minutes to pack what she could, including her mangy cats and dog, and leave the property. And if I'd seen her after that 30 minutes, she would be shot through the head as a trespasser. That would have been doing the world a big favor! That is how much I loathed Patti after staying with her for 4 days. I couldn't wait to get out of there. Wild horses couldn't get me away from her fast enough! But I don't feel any of that with Donna.
Donna and I have a lot in common. We both love animals. We enjoy puzzles and card games. She likes doing yard work, and I used to. Until I developed a fear of spiders. I like gardening though and so does Donna. We both have had several different breeds of dogs, and we both hate show breeders! LOL! Donna said that show breeders are just a different kind of people. Not like the average. Now, I have met some very lovely show breeders, but they are very few and very far between. And I am not even talking about cat breeders. Shoot! They're worse than a lot of dog breeders I've met!! Dog show breeders are bad enough! After my experience with John Cippolina, Bischi, Rio Bellon, and some non-chihuahua show breeders, I don't like show breeders at all now. Made me not want to breed to show. And I said if I can't breed for show, I won't breed at all. So both my dogs are spayed/neutered now. I don't want to breed dogs now, besides that I don't have time to.
I hated how when John C. and I were having some problems, all his stupid, show-breeder friends were saying he was right and I was wrong. Looking back on it, I don't think either one of us was right. I mean, I didn't need to fill out that survey that made John so angry. But I did it for fun. I forgot show breeders don't like to have fun. But at the same time, John had no business getting so very angry at me like he did. I found that to be almost hysterical though. About a couple years before, a group of show breeders said that I got incessantly angry over little things. Well, I was in my 20s then. I have yet to meet any 20-something year old that doesn't get incessantly angry over little things. But John was in his 60s. He should have known better. But you can tell a lot about a person by how they act in anger. Especially someone as old as John C. His actions told me he is someone I would not like associating with at all. And if he does come near me, grab a baseball bat and don't stop swinging!! I get angry myself sometimes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But I am still younger than John C, and I've learned to control it very well. I admit it took me long enough to learn how to control it, but I learned. That is the important thing. I even kept my cool when John and all his dumb friends were attacking me like a group of sharks.
But show breeders are not like I am. They're like children who've never had a childhood. They take everything too seriously, they don't have fun for nothing, sometimes I wonder if most of the people who grew up to become show breeders have had some severe human-related traumas in their life. That's very possible. Like maybe John C. had a stepmother who molested him as a child, or maybe a father who did not spend any time with him at all and just rejected him. Or, it could have been the opposite case, maybe his mama suckled him for too long that it went to his head, or his daddy maybe let him sleep in the bed with him for too long. I don't know. Who knows what goes on in the mind of show breeders. Like Donna said, they are a different kind of people. I've only seen show breeders make friends with no one else but other show breeders. They don't make friends with simple pet owners like me. Maybe they might have a friend or two that fosters pets, but that's it. And I doubt any of them has any friends that don't own any animals at all. That is why I would make a lousy show breeder. I'm a fair person, I love to have fun, I don't reject a potential friend just because I don't agree with their lifestyle, and I don't hate anyone. Even someone I don't like, I still manage to keep my cool with them. I kept my cool with Patti, even after she said I was being kicked out. But then again, that was a happy announcement. Not maddening. What would have pissed me off is if I'd had to stay there with her any longer!
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