So...Frank has pink eye. I took him to the vet and the hot girl behind the counter started making fun of his weight. Then...I noticed...all the girls who worked there were hot. And then I smelled pee. Frank pissed himself in the carrier. Anyway, I got eyedrops for him and now I am supposed to feed him a different kind of food because they think he is very prone to diabetes because he's fat.
100 dollars later, I am home. I don't want to work tomorrow. It's going to be hellishly busy.
I guess sleep should happen very soon.
100 dollars later, I am home. I don't want to work tomorrow. It's going to be hellishly busy.
I guess sleep should happen very soon.
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Oh..and I tried to give frank his medication this morning at fucking 6 am and he wasn't very cooperative. It would be easier if it were eye drops. It's this ointment shit I gotta put in his eyes three times a day.