June is not proving to be a very good month AT ALL... Yesterday was the day from hell! I got home around 3pm and decided to play with the dogs before I sat to relax. (the book says they're lonely hence Chica and her fits) so we play then I lie down and watch the Jackson verdict. Let me just say, that man is very lucky! I then decide to go do some computer work in the bedroom. All hell broke loose when I came out two hours later...

***The following is not for the week of heart ***
The entire dinning room floor was covered in PUKE! Not even food puke but bile the yellow mucus stuff and water mixed with stomach muk. It turns out Sadie our black lab went on a food strike and got herself sick. Just to explain Sadie is FAT. Tony and I have been trying to take steps to get her healthy again. So we stopped giving her the typical spoonful of wet food mixed with her dry food and decided to try the "vita-gravy" WELLLLLL excuussseee me! Sadie wasn't having that. I knew she scarcely ate Sunday dinner but she's been stubborn before and I knew the next morning she'd eat her breakfast. Well when I came home yesterday I didn't take notice to the fact that all three bowls were completely full. None of them had eaten all day, I knew it was Sadie right away, she had the look of death in her eyes. The look you get at four in the morning while hugging the porcelain goddess after a night of tequila shots.

The problem was that she still wouldn't put anything in her mouth. I sat with her all night trying to hand feed her anything. I had to force a couple of pieces of white bread down her throat in the way you do with pills. That stopped the pucking for a little bit but not for long.

I'm to big now to get on the floor and scrub so I put paper towels over all the puke and in the process I notice Molly my kitty who is now afraid of the litter box area has had diarrhea in three spots and of course they're on the brand new area rugs!

By this time I'm exhausted and still haven't eatin dinner...

Tony who is getting very stressed out over EVERYTHING! Has decided he doesn't want to deal with it anymore so he doesn't come straight home every night. Which is becoming a real serious issue with us. I'm supposed to be in bed at 7:30pm and asleep by 8pm because I wake up at 4:20am and I need his help. But Tony has decided to bypass all the hell that goes on at home until the house is calm and asleep. Which leaves me with the HELL! And then after dealing with all the "hell" It's 8:30, one hour past my bed time and I have to cook dinner. Tony strolls in around this time, cleans up the puke in ten minutes and proceeds to relax on the couch. Well I hope he had a GREAT DAY!

I ended up getting about four hours of sleep last night... something has got to give.

On a positive note - this morning Sadie ate all her breakfast, of course she got it the old way, with a spoonful of wet food.