The last day of school was Monday. It's only Wednesday and she is mopey and bored. We have no routine, no schedule. Just a dog that limits our options of activities in a major way, in a way that we need to accustom ourselves to. It turns out that there are very few dog friendly beaches on the South Shore that we can go to. The dog is not crate trained and hasn't spent much time on her own since she was basically my mom's constant companion, and also covid. (though most of the time she annoyed at the dog, the responsibilty, and the energy of her) I guess I am annoyed by the same things but also she's a good dog and really cute. Dogs just stare a lot. They are very needy. Especially this one. It's clear to me why I've always had cats.
The question that keeps coming up it "what can I do?" The child asks me many times a day. Trever asks me when he sees I am the verge of snapping. I ask myself while I try to figure out what the hell am I supposed to be doing with my time right now and in the near future and while I search for some sort of job. Everything is in transition and it's all so fucking messy. Literally and figuratively.
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