I am so exhausted I cant even believe I am typeing this. But the clickity clack may keep me alive until I can leave this hell of a job.

I had a great weekend.... I was rested....I enjoyed my days off.... And then Dereks never surprizing lack of responsibility kicked my ass and ruined it. Not to mention my face which looks like some large water dwelling animal sucked on all night long like a lolly pop.

I let my little doggies out to potty one more time before bed at around 9 last night. I proceeded to get my lunch packed and my coffee ready for today. Then I went to the door to let them back in. Wicca, my oldest dog, was sitting on the deck refuseing to come in and whimpering. My little baby Podunk was no where to be heard or seen.

I walked around the side of the house and found that Derek had left the gate open whilst taking the garbage out. I am usually so good at checking on that since he leaves it open often. The pups had only been out about 15 minuetes so I grabbed my shoes and took off hoping she couldnt be far.

At 1 am I gave up. I lay in bed till 230 thinking every bark in the neighborhood was her. 430 came very quickly. I dont know what else to do when I do get home from work. I have hooked up my old answereing machine in case someone finds her and wants to return an adorable pure bred Jack Russel. Unlikely I know, but I can hope whomever finds her hate dogs yet has a kind heart. I will put in at the pound as soon as they open that is. It seems I get up earlier then everyone else in this town.

My feet are killing me and I believe I have a cold. It was raining a bit and very windy last night out there. My poor little Podunk does not have a warm coat at all. I am so afraid for her and I hear the jingle of her collar everywhere I go.

I did have a good weekend until last night.. posted here