Poor little guy just isn’t getting me at my best this weekend to say the least. I feel like total crap, my mood has slowly spiraled into downright foul, and I’d really be better off if I was at home with my stuff and my cats and my surroundings.
Don’t get me wrong, whenever Mom goes out of town, I stay over here with the dog - been doing it for all three dogs along the line. Cheaper for her and easier on the dog than boarding them somewhere. Normally it’s no biggie, and me & the hound have a good time. I think it’s just that I don’t feel good at all and it’s worse when you’re not home, you know? Not that the cats are particularly good at looking after me, but…
Ah well, tomorrow is another day.
