So every night I have to fist the dog

It’s Monday, I still really can’t get the hang of Mondays. Work was going nowhere so rang the vet, got Dillon in in an hour. Boss tried to talk to me, nothing was really getting through. Took Dillon to vet, they are not going to operate but I have to poke his bum with cream for the rest of his life, good job I’ve got a bulk load of rubber gloves. Another lovely day, so Sasha got a nice walk as well. Walked to gym, did Combat, Laverne’s stalker was there, god is she useless. Came back and found the bug I’d been hunting for six hours, cured a number of problems. Fisted Dillon, ate salad.

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