AHHHHHHH!!!

Saw this little raccoon face down in the gutter on our morning walk today. Holy crap. Bandit freaked out, inspecting it like she was a police detective trying to figure out a crime that was going to get her the promotion she's been dreaming of. I, on the other hand, freaked out trying to pull her away from it like I was the person that committed the crime. 

We prefer to say "Number 2"

"How's she pooping?"

-A neighbor, taking "personal" to a whole new level

Pretending to not be home is often creepier than actually answering the door

"Hi, Bandit. Hi my baby. I'm just waiting to see if your mom is home. Is she? Okay, I'll try later baby."

- Our upstairs neighbor who saw Bandit's paws under our door and decided to linger

But I only go to work 2 days a week

"She's saying that she wants me to watch her since you are at work all the time."

- Cracked out woman leaving McDonald's at 7:45 am.

Context is everything

"Let's get you on your back. Yes, that's how we like it."

-A veterinary assistant at Bandit's annual check-up

The notes of Ingleside

This afternoon, on the lovely streets of Ingleside (pictured below), we ran into this.

While it's not unusual to see signs posted around the neighborhood for various things ("roommate needed, 420 friendly," "cheap childcare available, call"), there was something about this one that caught my eye. Looking back now, I am fairly sure that it was the blue painter's tape that gave this particular sign that extra-special something. So we got a closer look.

If my iPhone didn't capture that clearly enough, it says: "My Baby throw my keys through the window if anyone have it Please contact me."

I have two questions right off the bat:
1. Baby as in your boo? Or baby as in your actual baby?
2. The window that this sign is posted next to which has a screen and metal bars across it?

Another Ingleside mystery I'll never solve, I guess...

Dogs are not people. But happy birthday anyway, Bandit!

Bandit received both an email ('cause she has a Google account?) and an actual paper card in the mail ('cause she has an apartment?) for her 3rd birthday last week. This is a weird, weird world.



This face says that even she thinks people are weird.

English as a second language

Neighbor: "Good morning, Phil!"

Me: "Oh, her name isn't Phil."

Neighbor: "She's a girl?!"

Me: "Yeah. Why?"

Neighbor: "I like Phil."

I am fairly certain I lost this battle, but hey, what's the harm in Bandit's other name being Phil anyway?

The creeps come out at 7:30 am

"No, I can't help you now. It's too late."

-Creepy guy that just finished his breakfast at McDonald's. Yes, he did say this in a this-is-from-a-horror-movie tone. He also reached out to touch Bandit's face, to which I responded by speed-walking the hell out of the situation.