I just need to get him my hard drive, and it will be all done.
Confining Sha'Niqua is proving more difficult than expected. the normal measures that i use to confine flea just don't work for a full-sized dog. i put a table in front of her little kennel space, she pushes it over and walks out. she's not a bad dog, just smart enough to know that she would rather not stay in a small space when she is perfectly capable of getting out.
i think i might just get one of those vari-kennel crates on my way home tomorrow. My "baby-gate the hallway" plan no longer seems feasible. I was in the (upstairs) shower this morning, thinking that Sha'Niqua was safely secured downstairs. Halfway through the shower, i see a shadow outside the glass door. Sha'Niqua had limped her way up the stairs. This is not what the doctors meant by "crate confinement".
I'm at a low point right now ... not hopeful, not stable, not feeling that i have much reason to exist. i can't wear makeup most days because it will all be smudged down my face is short order. don't ask why, i can't explain what i don't understand. i don't want to go out, don't want to see anyone, don't want to think. it took me two hours today to push myself out the door to go get lunch. and another hour to eat half of it. i don't think anyone wants to see me anyway, i'm especially unfun right about now.
everything just looks so bleak.