The joy of being a dogmama
After a shit day, I come home. 1 dog pisses on floor. The other dog pukes. The piss-dog tries to eat the puke-dogs puke. I clean it up and dry heave in the kitchen sink because I haven't eaten all day due to stress. I have a beer. I will probably be sleepless in Seattle again tonight because my anxiety level is off the charts. It might be rubbing off on the dogs. Somebody kill me now.