You know, no matter how cheerful I am when I get up, it’s pretty much totally fucked by having to spend twenty minutes cleaning up dog shit. And last night somebody left a bag of jolly ranchers on the counter, which the cats helpfully knocked off the counter and into the kitchen, so this morning besides dog shit there were also sticky nasty jolly ranchers to clean up off the floor.
Furthermore, Chanti, having emptied her bladder on the floor while people are showering, has no interest in going outside to pee when I take her out, which means she is more or less not going to the bathroom in the morning until she takes a dump inside again.
I am not having fun with this.