Last night was not a good night. When the news came down about RBG's death, I had a panic attack. I cried myself to sleep. Today, I'm a little better, but seriously, fuck. Jess says that they hopes McConnell has an attack of acid crabs of the bowels. I'm not sure what that is, exactly, but it sounds suitable.
Today, Yoda has his groomer visit, and he helpfully sat in poop this morning to make her job harder. I tried to wipe his ass off, but he was Not. Having. It. I'm sorry, Ms. Paulette! We tried 6 weeks for his grooming, and that was obviously too long. 4 weeks is going to be the sweet spot, I think. Otherwise, the hair on his butt gets too long. I feel like I should tell her to shave the hair around his ass bald, but that might look a little silly. We're also going to see if he'll eat pumpkin, so try to fiber up his poops and maybe make them a little less runny. I swear, this dog is the most picky eater ever. Which we have fostered by giving him people food, so it's entirely our fault. The good thing is that my anxiety seems to be burned out, so I'm not particularly worried about the visit.
Woke up at 7 today. I was sound asleep, and then, I wasn't. It's annoying.
Masks game today, which is good. I need the distraction. Then it's over to Ulta to pick up some Tea Tree shampoo. I had an urge to have the good Paul Mitchell shampoo. Then, shower time to put it to good use.
I was considering going to get my hair cut this weekend, but I'm not sure I'm ready. Though my hair is utterly driving me insane. It's at that floppy stage where it won't stay behind my ear, and I hate it. I will think on it more. Maybe after Masks, I will go forth and get a trim. I'll decide then.
Today, Yoda has his groomer visit, and he helpfully sat in poop this morning to make her job harder. I tried to wipe his ass off, but he was Not. Having. It. I'm sorry, Ms. Paulette! We tried 6 weeks for his grooming, and that was obviously too long. 4 weeks is going to be the sweet spot, I think. Otherwise, the hair on his butt gets too long. I feel like I should tell her to shave the hair around his ass bald, but that might look a little silly. We're also going to see if he'll eat pumpkin, so try to fiber up his poops and maybe make them a little less runny. I swear, this dog is the most picky eater ever. Which we have fostered by giving him people food, so it's entirely our fault. The good thing is that my anxiety seems to be burned out, so I'm not particularly worried about the visit.
Woke up at 7 today. I was sound asleep, and then, I wasn't. It's annoying.
Masks game today, which is good. I need the distraction. Then it's over to Ulta to pick up some Tea Tree shampoo. I had an urge to have the good Paul Mitchell shampoo. Then, shower time to put it to good use.
I was considering going to get my hair cut this weekend, but I'm not sure I'm ready. Though my hair is utterly driving me insane. It's at that floppy stage where it won't stay behind my ear, and I hate it. I will think on it more. Maybe after Masks, I will go forth and get a trim. I'll decide then.