Moral Compases

Chloe went to get fixed today so she couldn't have any water or food after 8pm last night.  Let me tell you, that was some fucking good times.  I took all the water away and no one understood why.  All night long Clark and Shila paced in the hallway with Shila only taking a break to pee once again on my floor.  At one point I was standing in the living room screaming, "You need to calm the fuck down!  You can't have any water! You're not going to die, but you need to sit the fuck down."  Who were model canine citizens?  Fucking Randi and Earl.  Those two stayed on the bed, quiet as mice all night long.  I think also at one point I may have screamed, "Why can't you just sit the fuck down like Randi and Earl!  Randi and Earl are being good!"  Eventually I threw Shila out in the yard and locked Clark, Chloe, Randi and Earl in the room with me and I got 20 minutes of sleep until Clark was up again.  I was not happy.

Two well behaved dogs, a juvenile and an asshole

Chloe, the St. Bernard puppy weighs 92 lbs which is 30 lbs less than I thought and 8 lbs less than my dad thought.  Of course, getting fixed costs more if they are over 91, so clearly she should have been fasting since earlier this week.  Her surgery went well and it appears that she had indeed not been a filthy whore a month ago.  She is now going to be on her way to getting adopted.  She's a super sweet dog if anyone wants a St. Bernard puppy.

Before I went to pick up the uterous-less St. Bernard puppy, I stopped off at my mom's house.  I hadn't even gotten out of the car, but it was clear by the way that Grandma was wielding the hedge trimmers that Grandpa had not been doing what he was supposed to.  Max and I quickly took refuge in the living room and watched Happy Feet 2 for the bazillionth time.  I also took the time to help Max with his French.