Here fishy, fishy, fishy
I have been a hot mess lately, and I generally do not use that phrase. And as if my mental instability has not been enough, Tessa the haluci-dog has spent the last week attacking the corner of the kitchen. I have no clue, yet I am not to judge. If she feels there is something there, then who am I to argue. I just wish her bark was not so high pitched at times. I also wish she would not do this (because she goes on for several minutes or more) in the wee hours of the morning. My only guess is that she smells the mouse that runs through there yet the mouse has been there for a long time. Maybe it is a new mouse? Whatever it is, she refuses to drink out of her water bowl. Ah, children. We went to the park tonight. Went out to the boat dock at Inland Sea there in Kickapoo. I don't know if she has ever been to a park, yet she has now. She ran around a bit yet did not get too far from me. We will have to go out earlier in the evening when the mosquitoes are not in attack mode. She did ge...