I took a ketamine troche and went downstairs to fix my dogs their dinner. In the middle of mixing their supplements into their kibble, the ketamine hit. I managed to put the bowls down and crawled into one of their crates.
This is the view from where I was lying in the crate.
Then I went into full K-hole that one of my dogs got so worried she squeezed herself in next to me.
We don’t fucking deserve dogs.
When a really religious person failed to convince me…
Sorry, friend.
My present is coming early and I already know what it is.
So this will be me tomorrow:
It’s been a long fucking week so I’m sitting at a Tex-Mex restaurant nursing my 2nd glass of Patron margarita.
I know it’s only Thursday. It’s Friday somewhere.
I’m on the emotional and mental struggle bus and I think it’s about to fall off a cliff.
One of my dogs is dog reactive. He ignores people but when he sees another dog, he goes berserk. So when I walk my dogs, I have to do it when no one is out walking their dogs.
I took them for a walk around 10 am this morning at a shopping area with a lake and boardwalk. The only people around were old folks, kids and their parents, and people grabbing early lunch.
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