dog farm

i want a dog farm.   i want to farm dogs.   big dogs, little dogs, found dogs, lost dogs, pug dogs, not pug dogs.   i want a dog farm....it would be an orphanage for dogs not wanted.    because we are good dog parents...feel like we were pretty good with the kids too...but we are exceptional dog parents

it's great living close to the park so the dogs have a fun place to walk and sniff smells and chase  mammals...but there is something suburban in me that also wants a nice backyard which i don't have right now.  the big dog chases the little dog and there are trails, and some holes, and scattered toys...but very little poop.   i take care of the poop.   a dog farm...they could have their space and i could still have a nice yard.

i figured out on the TRS (teacher retirement system) calculator that technically it's 3 years until i can go out and  buy me a dog farm, or a beach house, or my small urban gem of a house at mueller ...or whatever my whim wants.   the retirement guy said it was 3 years...but i thought he meant to include this year so it wld be only two more.....WRONG.   so if i manage to keep my job during this crazy bizarre time to be an educator...i can say good bye with full benefits in 2014.

but then i would miss the ones who stomp into the classroom mad and tell me......"i'm here."

and i don't believe donald trump should keep talking unkindly about our president while  he  is wearing a comb-over and hosting a reality show.  it makes him appear desperate for attention.

and also...if you ever watched  a certain political drama on nbc a few years ..maybe six or 7 isn't a few  back....this current battle over the budget?....they'll shut down the government....people will be angry.....and i'm thinking the president will be okie dokie.   it's going perfectly according to the script.