Leon peeled out onto the street. In the rearview mirror, Cornelius’ BMW glided out of the parking lot. We’d likely lose him before long. Cornelius’ top driving speed usually stayed four miles over the posted limit. The MII was roughly thirty minutes away but knowing Leon we would get there much faster if the traffic let us.
Bern answered on the second ring, his voice coming from Hammer’s speakers as the phone synced with the car’s control panel.
“I was just attacked by some magical monsters. So was Linus.”
“Was he with you?”
“No. He was at his mansion. Lock us down, please.”
“Done. Do you need help?”
“No. Is everything okay there?”
“Everything is fine.”
“I’m fine too, Bern!” Leon yelled.
“That’s debatable,” his older brother said.
personal tmi rant
I’m exhausted. I couldn’t fall asleep last night for a while, and then around five in the morning, Delilah the Doberman had another accident. My dog is almost 13. She can no longer sleep through the night. She pees like a horse and the stench is awful enough to wake you up from sleep. Her blood work is green across the board, except for her thyroid, but she’s been on medication for it forever. Hormone therapy failed. We are trying different medications with our vet, but she’s not responding to anything. Dobermans are prone to age-related incontinence. She won’t wear a doggie diaper. Crate is out, using it just means I will have to wash the crate and the dog. We’ve moved to puppy pads. I just have to somehow find a size large enough and hope she will pee on them.
My life is dog pee.
I tried setting the alarm to let her out in the middle of the night. Sometimes she pees outside, sometimes she just wanders around for fifteen minutes and then pees in the house later. She seems to have forgotten most of her training and no longer pees on command. I’m one of those weird people that requires uninterrupted sleep. I do much better with 6 hours vs two 4 hour chunks, and we have a hard deadline that’s fast approaching so I need to be clear-headed. When I don’t get enough sleep, I get extremely angry, which I contain because I’m an adult. Hilariously, this is genetic. Waking up Kid 2 during her teenager years was like courting death.
I had to cancel gym today and it’s 11:37, and we’ve written nothing. Someone had turned my brain into cotton while I slept and now I would really like to find whoever that someone is and hit him in the face repeatedly. I’ve had two cups of tea – at заварка strength where it looks like coffee, and it’s done nothing. Oy.
I’m functioning on pure will right now and trying to vent, so please do me a huge favor and don’t offer helpful suggestions in the comments unless you are actually a vet. We have a wonderful vet, and we are experienced dog owners, and I have already looked at whatever you just found on google. 🙂 Sympathy comments are very welcome. Somebody feel sorry for me.