Last night, before I went to bed I was reading a collection of short stories by Tanya Huff. The last story I read before I turned off the light was about a thief who steals the holy symbol of a lesser god, and she has the Murphy's Law day from hell until she returns said artifact. From the day I'm having, I have to wonder if there's not some sort of residual effect going on. Cuz seriously, what the hell. How many trashcans can one medium-sized dog discover and destroy? -______-
A decent-sized portion of the bizarre-ness was because of said dog. Thank god our one-on-one appointment with the trainer is tomorrow, because Lynnie gets more neurotic by the second. I have three cats, they have enough contained neuroses, I don't need a crazy dog too. Ugh.