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My Own Personal Hell - Day 1

I wish I had a fucking second to write a clear thought here. I've been trying since last night to think about how I could get up here to the office to write down what I've been going through since I've been trapped here in the Ostrander Zoo. If this post comes off scatter brained or fuzzy - bare with me. I may have officially lost it.

Last night at 8:30 I pulled up to my sister house and heard the frantic shrieking of not one, not two, but FOUR little yappy dogs. You would have thought the damn house was on fire. I get inside to the dark kitchen and basically get lovingly attacked by these creatures, all while trying to find the light. Once I got some lights on I saw not one, not two, but THREE piles of doggy poo sitting on the floor just waiting for me to scoop them up in my arms. I then mopped pee for about 20 minutes.

I eventually got all my stuff hauled in from the car and opened a bottle of wine. I reread the doggy poo...I mean zoo instruction sheet over and over again and did all the required tasks: spray lizard, tap in crickets, throw trash over fence, put eye meds in one dog, (As I sit here there is one dog biting/tugging on my pajamas and another one barking at me.....the other two are looking aimlessly out the window and growling...I'll need to make this quick), water snake, close gates, sing lullaby, etc. Needless to say a half a bottle of wine and a Xanax from my sisters medicine closet did the trick. The dogs were all drunk and sleepy which made things much easier. No, just kidding, I was all drunk and sleepy which made me forget where I was!

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 11:10 AM