Thursday Fourth of Ju-LooL-Wow
I will be working tomorrow and Saturday. Sadly I currently am on 4 hours of sleep. We're dog sitting Simple Dog. If you have read Hyperbole and a Half, I'm serious - this dog is the spitting image of Simple Dog.
She's not as ditzy, thankfully. In fact, she's velociraptor clever. She's also easily bored and she is a very active dog. I stayed up with her and Oscar until midnight. We watched Hannibal and the original Road Warrior with snippets of the 21 Jump Street movie.
Every time I got up and tried to leave the room, Oscar would thump his tail in happieness which woke her up and when she wakes up, it's like a spring escaping a box.
At 4am, Amber the calico cow (16 pound cat), decided to nuzzle some plastic wrapping in my book case. The last time I heard that noise, it was one of the large and aggressive cockroaches scuttling around after I had flung it off my leg. So my eyes went (O_O) and I turned on the light. Kevin was out cold and didn't stir due to a painkiller and a muscle relaxer combo for his wrenched shoulder (I don't ask how anymore).
I got up to check on Not-So-Simple Dog. Apparently this happened in the 4 hours I was out.
The picture doesn't do it justice - this stuff was everywhere. About 7 feet of trash. In my defense, I said "We need to empty the trash can every night she is here." and 2 people said "Nahh it shouldn't be that bad."
Well, it was. I assumed the trash was mostly empty but there were 2 catfood cans and I think a sardine - can't tell, all the labels were torn off. I actually wedged the trashcan between the oven, a stool and the fan - she managed to not knock over the fan when dragging the trashcan down to the floor to eviscerate.
I'm actually impressed.
Right now I am at work and pretty worried. I had to leave before talking to the roommate that is always in the house so I don't know if her husband got her up to watch the dogs. I worry Oscar will go too far and injure Amelia while I also worry she will climb on the counter and knock crap down or start a fire somehow. Yes, the roommate would sleep through that or completely not hear it due to the weird shape of the house's inner hallways. I've locked the cats in my bed room but the door can be kicked in easily by a solid pitbull head. And we know Amelia can goad Oscar into anything. He's smitten by her.
See, her owner usually takes her to work and I would have taken her to Kevin's work this morning but due to scheduling, Kevin went in with co-worker who has a tiny truck - no room for dog. No room for even a cake I once made and asked him to take to work.
So she's bored, a little worried ("Where is Boy?") and has no idea where the boundaries are in the house. And I am so worried that she and Oscar are utterly alone.
