i am not going to shoot myself, i am not going to shoot myself....

arghhhh.....homecoming disasters, every freaking floor in the house needed rewashing, from the smell in there, freddy appears to have gone poop bezerke in his room, but i am not altoghether sure because his light is burnt out and i don't have a replacement bulb, cleaning up poop in the dark oughta be a riot, , the laundry is once again overflowing, the barn was on my first-thing-to-do list when i got home and i got as far as nearly getting both myself and the wheelbarrow destroyed by 5000 pounds of hungry, frantic, and decidedly determined wet farmyards who made it into their dirty stalls despite my best efforts to stop them, they wouldn't get back out, i am too tired to make them, i gave them fresh food and water and i suppose it won't kill them not to have their stalls cleaned tonight but it really bugs me because at least i had planned for that chore.....petunia apparently spent the entire day redecorating carl's corner, she has dumped half a bale of hay in there! and omg is carl ever pissed, he went right back there and stood stamping his feet at me...way to go toonie, i am not braving an irrate llama to fix your mess. i told her that might be how bezerke llama syndrome starts, with some pig messing with his house. while i was giving her heck, she chortled at me, i think she was chuckling.

there is an email about another dog on the edge in one of the pounds who happens to be unspayed and pushing her way in here and i cannot do anything about her til i finish this set of shifts. i am trying to get our numbers down not up anyway. plus swinger is coming on sunday morning before i go to work which is the only day they can bring him and i am not near ready nor have enough time to pull the stall mats around to the barn and get the sheep set up elsewhere before then.... and the very worst thing today is, baby jack is REALLY sore tonight, that moron kissy was begging while i was getting their food and kept using him to stand up on to get closer to me and the food i was trying to carry...she knocked him down twice!!!! i went to the feed store today on the way home to see if there was a safe antiinflammatory like the recoverexx to give to sheep and the lady told me there wasn't. i asked her what farmers give to their sore and arthritic sheep when they are in pain and she told me they don't give them anything they just kill them, yikes!!!! will try to phone the vet on my break tomorrow and see if he can leave me something in their mailbox to pick up after work for him...poor sheep.

well the barn i can't do, the floors are washed and a load of laundry is in, i guess i better go and brave freddy (yuck), i will worry about swinger and that other dog tomorrow and will save all my other worry fun for baby jack tonight. the good news is, there is still leftover deb's lasagna...mmmmm. (sadly i am out of cookies and milk tho, sigh.)