I am a dink

Someday I will laugh about this, but it's still not funny to me. You guys can all laugh, though.

So last night I get out of job #2 around 9:30. I come home and decide to do some laundry before bed, which is extremely ambitious of me given how tired I was. My room is really tiny, so sorting laundry turns into mass chaos. I throw things everywhere, and Podunk usually hides under the bed from me while I'm tearing shit up. Last night was no different. She hid from me under the bed and I went downstairs and started my laundry shenanigans. I came upstairs, turned the heated matress pad on and laid down to watch some crap on TV. An hour goes by, and Podunk is still under the bed and I am trying to psyche myself up to go downstairs and put the clothes in the dryer. I have an internal battle with myself for a good 15 minutes, and finally decide I have to put my stuff in the dryer cuz if I leave it in there overnight, all hell will break loose.

So I go open the door, and who do I see in the hallway furious? PODUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!! She had run downstairs after me, but I didn't hear her because I took her collar off to scratch her neck when I got home. So the poor little muffin face was in the friggin hallway, cursing my name however a dog might do that for over an hour.

She ran inside and did laps around the house and was totally ignoring me. She kept her furry little back to me because she had no time for my bullshit.

I felt seriously bad and will not be taking her collar off while I am working this job because I am too tired to pay attention to life.

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