I went out for all of one hour, and now she’s not talking to me.
Well, she doesn’t anyway, but she’s definitely sulking. Dear doggy, who we obtained and had to CONSTANTLY supervise while my coursework and exams were going on, how are you going to manage when I either leave or am working in a year out? With my parents and their full time work. (Bad idea to get a dog. But not my choice.)
She’s suspiciously lethargic, I know it’s hot but geez. I’m hoping she hasn’t caught something off the kennels (other than FLEAS and infesting my HOUSE ¬_¬)
Got a ring from someone who got the new accomadation list before I did, now we’re looking together. I’m also now rediculously low on phone credit and haven’t been paid yet.
If Next mess up my pay for being ill on sunday, I will not be happy. I’m already £21 down from what I was hoping for. My mates are trying to drag me sailing and on a day trip by train somewhere. What part of I AM SKINT do you not understand?! I am skint means I don’t HAVE £12.50 train fair to begin with, to then spend “about £20″ on a day trip in some arcade somewhere! And I can’t afford sailing either, nevermind that I don’t want to go anyway. (Shite timing, and corks are no, thank you)
This was Saffie when we first got her:
She got shaved (well, trimmed) a little while ago
And now she’s hairy beyond it again. With grass in her face, and dirty muzzle. (She raided the bin and its beans a small while ago. She’ll never be white again. That dog is MAD for beans, it’s strange O.o) She needs another hair cut cos I swear that can’t be good for her vision, but we need some blunt end scissors and someone to hold her, really.
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