The day

[ksmith]

The day began too early. 3am, to be exact, when I was awakened by a faint but unmistakable sound. Walked out into the hallway to find Gaby standing beside a puddle of hork. I explained that when one insists upon nibbling on dirt, grass, and other savories, things like this are bound to happen. Didn't say it quite that way, though. It came out sounding more like "Dammit, Gaby!"

Cleaned it up. Let the Vomit Comet and her sidekick outside for a few minutes. Let them back in, and went back to bed. The alarm rang at 6am. Too soon.

Really, really looking forward to Wiscon next week. Taking the laptop, and hope to get work done. I want to sit in coffee shops. I need to buy shoes. I want to sleep past 6am without an alarm going off and a dog shoving his empty bowl in my face.

Comments

[mevennen.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! You have my sympathies. I was woken at 4 by Sid rending the bed: he skipped merrily out into the night and reappeared around 6, when he had a scrap with the dog and then horked up over the landing.

Luckily, when you have dogs, you don't need to worry about cleaning up other things' vomit *grows pale*.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

Luckily, when you have dogs, you don't need to worry about cleaning up other things' vomit *grows pale*.

And sometimes, not even their own. *passes the brandy flask*

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

I will say that from a distance, Sid sounds like a real personality.

From a distance.

He does it his way.

You need to get him a Nancy.