Rosa’s Facebook page, April 13th, way-too-early o’clock:
The dogs made it through the night, mostly by wrestling, barking for me every half hour or so, and watching while Hate You Forever peed all over the place. I need a coffee and a handful of doggy Xanax.
The hell with the dogs, I wanted my own happy pills. The night of April 12th was a nightmare. Continue reading “A Hell of a Night”