Oh my.

[mad_andy]

Right, whoever is playing silly buggers with me had better stop because this is silly.

I feel pretty rough, right? Right. I've worked a long hard shift. I have a virus. But I have pets and such to look after, so after a quick chat with rockfic I do the rounds (feed and water cats, dog, ferrets, feed fish) I crash out for a bit. I've let Axl out for his business after his dinner.

This is, oh, eightish?

Now, I decide to leave the door to Axl's crate open. Not fair to pen him up after I've worked all day.

I wake up at eleven. I go downstairs. Axl has not only been on the sofa, he has shit on it. And pissed on it.

I'm too tired to do anything but clear up. I've grabbed something to eat, I'm going to take my meds and crash. I need to shower but I'm too tired. I can't find my mobile. I'm tired and I don't feel well and if I start crying I get the horrible feeling I won't be able to stop.

I--

Damn it.

Comments

[strawberrytatoo.livejournal.com]

Pets have an uncanny sense of when to shit on your furniture, and make your life difficult in every way they can. It's like they can smell weakness, heh.

Sucks that you have to work when you're sick, I guess the weekend can't come to soon, eh? :)

[bella-cheval.livejournal.com]

[hugs muchly]

[rdyfrde.livejournal.com]

Ug, I had to deal with that when I own two dogs growing up. No matter how much we trained them, they'd still pee or crap on things. Grrr.

[stonefinder.livejournal.com]

Ugh. God, Andy, that's....that dog is too fucking well named. Have you thought of changing it? To -- I don't know -- Sickeningly Sweet Disney Kid?

*hugs*

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

*hugs and paper towels*

[kelpierocks.livejournal.com]

Sending hugs and oxyclean.

[jessybxx.livejournal.com]

*sends hugs and Dirk some positive vibes Dirk* ;)

[madandy.livejournal.com]

*Grabs Dirk and drags him to bed*

I so need cuddles from a hot rockstar right now.