lost three hours of sleep (at least) to diarrhea nightmares. finn ate the neighbor dogs’ purina, pieces of hearts made (of eggs, sugar, and flour) especially for saturday, and a butter wrapper that blew through the fence two nights ago. it’s impossible to be mad at her, but the splatters of shit on the wood floor were the last thing i wanted to see at 3:00a, and then again at 6:30a.
at least she didn’t try to cover up the whole incident and eat it. i can imagine the moment in her head where she thinks about getting in trouble, thinks about hiding her crime (which she’s fully capable of…believe me), looks at the poop, and decides to take whatever punishment may come, because there’s no way in hell she’s going to eat her own crap.
after several hours of playtime today, her appetite and attitude restored, she tried to steal her homemade (by sue) beef jerky valentine off the counter. the finn/diarrhea monster sleeps…hopefully i will later.
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