This gun's for hire

Today has not started out well.

I managed to get up early to get some OT, which is a miracle in itself. I got dressed and walked Jack and came back in to give him his teeth pill, which I put in a small piece of food. I got my bag and walked out and came to work. When I checked the camera, he was scratching furiously at my sofa, which led me to believe the damn dog had tried to eat it on the sofa (something he never does) and it slipped between the cushions, which meant he was probably tearing the damn thing to ribbons. I had to leave work, go all the way to Sunlake, and stop him. He didn't tear it, but the cushions are frayed to shit, and when I was disposing of the damn piece of food, my purse broke, the one I just bought. Got back to work and now I've got the fucking dropsies. Trying to remain positive, but I'm not fucking happy with my son. At all. No fucking lamb and raspberries doggie food tonight.

I was going to stay till 4pm and get a little extra time under my belt, but that depends on if my day insists on carrying on this way. I fucking hope not.

-Rae