Grounds For Insanity

Even in my darkest hour, J-Fed comes through... and I don't necessarily mean that in a good way. And this time was no different.

We had both been crying over the baby hound's diagnosis. In fact, there weren't enough tissues in the house to wipe away the tears. Although we had made a plan to put my little man through 19 weeks of chemo, we knew what the inevitable was. Well, J-Fed being the little planner bee that he was already had things all figured out.

As J-Fed, Kuku (my mom) and I sat on the porch discussing little man's fate, he couldn't miss the opportunity to show his foresight.

"I'm telling everyone now. I'm burying little man in the backyard when he goes," J-Fed said, laying down the law. At first, I thought of jumping on his back and choking him to death for even speaking about such a thing. However, it was the realization that he was completely off his rocker that prevented me from doing so. It's unfair to mame the mentally ill.

You see, J-Fed lives in an apartment. His backyard is a concrete parking lot. Last time I checked he didn't have a jackhammer in his trunk. And call me crazy but I think chipping up the parking lot and burying your dog there would be grounds for losing your deposit, not to mention grounds for arrest. 

Now, surely J-Fed knew this. This disturbed me even more. Why? Because J-Fed wanted to bury him in MY backyard.

Here I am, overwhelmed with grief, as the Fedster is telling me that he's going to bury my dog in my backyard. And he was dead serious! Now, if we lived in some small town with hundreds of acres of land, I wouldn't have found his demand so disturbing. However, my house, his former house, had at the most 1/4 of an acre... if that. I could spit and touch the edge of my property.