Such is the time that I go to bed in the evening and do not remember what happened in the morning. So first I look at the photos, and then I start writing a diary.
Or maybe this photo is not this day, but another that preceded it? There is no difference, everything is the same. For several days now I can't even get out of bed in the morning. And when I get up, I can't force myself to brush my teeth or wash. The last time I got up normally was on Tuesday, because I went to volunteer in the morning. So this is my way out: I will go to volunteer tomorrow. You need to force yourself not to fall into an emotional pit at all.
So, one day (Wednesday, Thursday or Friday - choose for yourself) I barely got up, ate something, and at noon I forced myself to brush my teeth, get dressed and go shopping. The dog had to buy a remedy for ticks, vitamins, a toy to have lessons.
Scooby-Doo
Sin went with me. For the first time, we wore a muzzle on Scooby-Doo, which was left by his master. It was something with something ... How he tore off that muzzle, how he was fussing!
Then Grishka went to the ATB, and I stayed with the dog to wait. The photo above is that I was lucky enough to click it before the dog's hysteria. He started digging a hole, jumping, barking at children, tearing up like crazy. Fortunately, I wrapped the leash around the pipe. Otherwise he would have demolished me and crushed some child.
And during that short walk he sat down three times to fulfill his great needs. And all three times in civilized places! And I had with me only two bags for collecting excrement. So the third time, when he, sorry, shit at the entrance to the school stadium, had to improvise and collect cocoa in a healthy package of ATB. Now with less than three bags in my pocket, Scooby and I are not going anywhere.
They bought him such a rubber bone as a toy. He liked it very much, he gnawed fondly.
There are no more photos - we went for long evening walks with Scooby without phones. Once with mom, once with dad, once with Grishka.
And no, there is. Some degenerates threw a carpet on the wasteland (there was a Jewish cemetery). Scooby stared at him ...
So, if I go to the nets tomorrow, I have to round up ... It's night time outside. I hope that the air defense will eliminate all the scars, and there will be no new victims by morning.