I've got a very low energy bulldog today. He's looking very droopy about the mouth... ha, ha. He's different, changed, something seems wrong with him.
We still head down the dog park and he does spark up and run around, but not for long, not like usual.
If I was paranoid, I'd think someone might have given him something, some woman who thinks he barks too much, for instance.
I got movies and watched them all afternoon. Oh yeah, I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life, I still haven't figured that out, so I figured a little celluloid relief couldn't go a stray.
I watched Animal Kingdom about the underworld. It's the movie that got Jackie Weaver noticed in Hollywood And Ice Men about a group of hot straight mates who go away for the weekend, which was very homoerotic.
At 18.30, when I am heading upstairs for something, I could see something was on the front doorstep. There was a bag and a note.
"Thank you for keeping the dog inside, I really appreciate it. I baked you something as a thank you."
I immediately thought, you poisoned my dog and now you are taunting me.
Buddy lay quietly all night, very quiet. He was very sleepy, he hardly moved. And at one stage he stood up and vomited.
The thing is that I haven't kept him inside at night not at all, not for one night. I tried to tell her that bulldogs are low bark dogs, however... Oh well, it is good, I have her notes for if it was ever escalated to some authority.
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