Oh goodness, I’m tired today.
Talulah has picked up a stomach bug of some kind. Last night was the worst it’s ever been. She occasionally gets a bout of diarrhea or a barf here or there. But never both ends.
Last night it was both ends, and between worrying about her and her needing to go out, we didn’t sleep much. I’m exhausted.
Having a dog is probably as close as we’re going to get to having kids. We have no intention to pursue (kid) adoption at this point.
Although I’ve heard fostering can bring quite the income when fostering higher numbers of children.
I’m not saying I have any idea what it’s like to be a dad. But the amount of time I spend training Talulah is significant. It’s changed my perspective on the world and definitely altered my priorities.
I spend far less time smoking crack now that I have her. And Tina’s not whoring nearly as much.
So we have that working for us.
If you know anyone collecting crazy weird-looking samples of dog shit and vomit, let me know. I could have Talulah produce some for you.
And watch out for those folks with weird smears on their foreheads.