holy fug i'm tired of the animals and their constant demands and mischief. not lulu, she's been a charming girl, but i'm only with her an hour a day. the cats actually have been pretty good, they're just insatiable, but mister...oh my dog, yesterday he ate cat litter. today i shut the door so he couldn't reach the litter box while i walked lulu and he ate the bathroom garbage, no telling how much or what, but the level seemed quite lower than before. and i am an idiot for not thinking of it. it has a metal garbage can lid but he can pry that off with his nose. you have to think of anything he might have done before and likely will do again. i know he has done that at home. i'm just so exhausted i can't think like a dog even or a cat, i can't even think like a boy or a man. how can i think, then. well, we'll see if i have to think like an emergency if a mister emergency ensues. pray for us animals. 
post dat. i feel better after afternoon mister walk where i buried him in a leaf pile and he was soul cute i gave him a gingerbread man.