For the amount of fucking times that I tell people to not leave shit on the floor because Callie will get to it, I always seem to fall on deaf goddamn ears.  So when she is left alone and there is a box of cookies - some of them being chocolate - on the goddamn floor, yes, she will get to it.

So now I'm trying to call the vet.

Hah, it seems like no matter what I ask for, it falls on deaf ears.


I'm not kidding when I say that if anything bad happens to Callie, I probably will follow through on some of those fantasies.