Tomorrow, Wednesday, is Tallulah's last day. Her nights are always restless now, and there are other details about her health that I will spare you.
Today she's gonna go to dog daycare, a thing I can ill afford at present, because it turns out getting your house power-washed and your mortgage paid during the same pay period is not all that fiscally wise. Aren't you glad I didn't say wi$e? But I'm doing it anyway. I know Lonnie at the daycare place will be sad when I tell him. He's known her since she was a bouncy little pup who'd sleep on other dogs during the day.
Tomorrow at 4:00, the vet will come here, after Talu has had the best fucking day a dog can have. If I can work out letting the neighbors let her eat that puggle Mandy, I will do it.
Tallulah has garnered a lot of admirers, from here to daycare to the neighbors to my friends. First of all, she's hot and she knows it, and also she's so smooth. She'd be Ann Margret if she were a person. I mean, barrel chest and teensy waist and all. So, really, any attention she's gotten in this life, she's well deserved.
Anyway, I guess I don't feel like saying much beyond that. I feel like I'm losing a true friend.
