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Trixie Weighs In – all 13 pounds of her

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Right, people, listen up. Some of you may not know me. My name is Trixie and I’m in charge around here.

I am the emotional support dog attached to Wendy Welch. By which I mean, Wendy is my emotional support human. I have a few… neuroses, shall we say. Wendy helps me with my anxiety.

People ask, was I a rescue, because I am so anxious. Those people are clearly not well-informed on current events. If you’re not anxious, you’re not paying attention.

I work with Wendy at some food bank stuff. Once a week she goes to this place where people line up outside like an hour beforehand. And there’s a big guy with a big husky. The guy is really nice to me, but the husky has said some rude things I don’t appreciate. Mom puts my leash under a table leg and everybody talks nice to me. But it’s still a bit taxing on my nerves. So many people wanting to pet me, saying how cute I am. A dog likes to be taken seriously. Like the big husky barking her fool head off across the parking lot. (She has to wait over there because she doesn’t volunteer with the warehouse, see.) Nobody ever calls HER cute….

I can live with cute, though, when it comes to the other place with the food. Wendy works with a bunch of med students once a month. They cook meals for people in a rent-controlled housing facility. Everybody at the facility loves me. Naturally. When they call me cute, they slip me scraps of the chicken gumbo or whatever the med students are cooking. And when the students play ball with the kids, I get to play too. It’s fun to run around at the housing complex. It is a quarter mile to walk around the whole sidewalk circling the place, and I have run this MANY times with a group of kids. Once a bunch of people chased me because I slipped my harness. Good times.

So, it’s not all bad having an emotional support human. I’ll tell you more secrets later. For now, stay warm out there. I have a winter coat attached to me, but you people have to assemble yourselves to go out. That thing with your feet, weird. But do what you need to do. It’s all good.

OCCUPIED: Day 65 Too Good to be True

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There was always gonna be something. The dude is required to be out by 8 am on Jan. 16….. except, the judge, sensing the tension and hostility rampant now, set a date of Jan. 26 to return to court in case he trashes stuff.

This opened a road of nebulous possibilities, apparently. I went straight to the court clerk’s office and paid the $25 fee to file a writ, which is the document that says “get out.”

But the writ gives the person 72 hours to go from time of serving. So it makes sense the court would allow it to be served on Jan. 13, right? Wrong. They won’t serve it until after 8 am on Jan. 16, and that will be in accordance with their schedule for that day.

They are really good at getting to these quickly, my lawyer’s office told me when I went back and said, in essence “what the hell?” And the continuance will have confused the civil officers. They don’t know whether to serve or not.

You mean….. he might not get served until after Jan. 26, even though the eviction order says Jan. 16?

Well, nobody’s sure. This is part of the weirdness of the whole court experience. Things are specific and prescribed–until they’re not. Do this, do this, do this. Okay now sit back and wait and maybe something will or won’t happen. And if it is illegal, well, that’s terrible, but we don’t actually prosecute.

I have never seen anything quite like this exactitude meets chaos system. I hope I never do again. Meanwhile, a locksmith is going out the morning of Jan. 16 to change the locks. If he’s gone, he’s gone, and if he’s not, he will likely be as hostile as he was on Dec. 29, when I did the court-ordered inspection. I could try calling the sheriff if that happens.

Yeah,maybe I’ll do that little thing. If y’all would, please say a prayer for Jan. 16, ‘k thanks.