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beansideToday is a very busy day. Yoda has his day of beauty at 11, and then around 1, I'm supposed to go use my employee discount for my brother in law. Then, we will pick up the Yoda, and give the groomer a big tip, because yet again the dog has poop stuck in the fur of his butt. I swear, it's like he's got radar. "Time to go to the groomer? Let me just sit on this bit of poop that hasn't quite fallen off my ass yet." Every fucking time. There's a reason she always gets over half of the grooming price in a tip. I mean, I'd tip well no matter what, but she has to deal with his neurotic poopy little self.
Tomorrow, they come to redo the gas lines, so that'll be thrilling. I'm hoping it doesn't take too long to do, because the newly shaved dog will be locked up the bedroom, because he's a little asshole about people in his house. We meant to socialize him more, but right after we got him, Dad got sick, and then I got really bad pneumonia, and that screwed us up. Plus, we still have trauma from the last dog that makes it hard not to be afraid of other dogs, because what if they're like Tucker? It means people think of Yoda as the "mean dog," but it's better than him getting hurt, or him hurting someone else's dog. (Mostly, he hides behind Jess, but I always worry.)
I'm in a mood today. I don't know why. I actually got a little sleep last night, but I just feel raw and easily pissed off. I'm just over everything. This will most likely lead to tears later, after I snap at someone, or some thing. Dad's phone just made a text vibrate and I wanted to throw it across the room for making noise. It's going to be a fun day.
Tomorrow, they come to redo the gas lines, so that'll be thrilling. I'm hoping it doesn't take too long to do, because the newly shaved dog will be locked up the bedroom, because he's a little asshole about people in his house. We meant to socialize him more, but right after we got him, Dad got sick, and then I got really bad pneumonia, and that screwed us up. Plus, we still have trauma from the last dog that makes it hard not to be afraid of other dogs, because what if they're like Tucker? It means people think of Yoda as the "mean dog," but it's better than him getting hurt, or him hurting someone else's dog. (Mostly, he hides behind Jess, but I always worry.)
I'm in a mood today. I don't know why. I actually got a little sleep last night, but I just feel raw and easily pissed off. I'm just over everything. This will most likely lead to tears later, after I snap at someone, or some thing. Dad's phone just made a text vibrate and I wanted to throw it across the room for making noise. It's going to be a fun day.
