Man am I whipped. Today is Pudd'ns half day, so I figured I'd take him to Aunt Selma's for the afternoon. I stopped in and gathered up Goat Puppy. Luckily, he did not open the screen and eat anything. If he had, I would of gone straight over to Petsmart and bought a crate to keep him in while we are out of the house. I'm tired of the mess and chewed up things! It is so hard, Jack never chewed up anything as a puppy. Maybe once or twice, but for the most part, he didn't even care for rawhides. So Goat Puppy's appitite for distruction just amazes us.
Tomorrow morning is Pudd'ns upper G.I. test. His vomiting has subsided yet again. I've been having nightmares all week about the test. I'm pretty damn cranky right now. I was going to post a rant on some of my friends that are dating losers. Married men and shit like that, but I'm not going to. I'm tired of it and if I seem unsympathetic, too fucking bad. I'm tired of you coming to me saying what a jerk he is, just fucking LEAVE. I don't want to hear you wail "but I LOVE him" what the fuck is there to love? Any way, I said I wasn't going down this road......so I'm not. I'm sure I'll find something else to bitch about.
Enchanting Scrolls is having a pyschic fair this sat, we just may go to it to check it out. Well I think I'll go stick my nose in a book. Mabon is next week and I should come up with a nice ritual to go with it.