Weekends don't feel like weekends. They used to be staying up late and sleeping in. Now, staying up late (without the help of a M-80) is closer to midnight. Polly does not let me sleep in and Jon makes no movement to get up when she whines or barks until I say something.
This morning was paired with Polly constantly eating the rabbit poo outside. Everyone tells me its okay because their poo is mostly berries and fiber, things that would be good for her to eat anyway. Well, this morning she threw up those "berries" on the living room carpet. In the summer she used to throw up because the change in temperature was so great that it was more of a heat thing and it was a bile throw up-clear. This was NOT clear. There was even a "berry" left. I can't keep her from eating it because it is all over the back part of the yard.
I want a weekend without cleaning, laundry, whining and too early in the morning barking. Really Polly, it's just Duke from next door...you every day!
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Let me know if you get that weekend. I would like one, too.
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